Love passes quickly, and passes like a street Arab, anxious to mark his way with mischief.
Happiness lends poetic charms to woman, and dress adorns her like a delicate tinge of rouge.
Neither the passions not justice nor politics nor the great social forces ever consider the victims they strike.
Men who pay their tailors never amount to anything, they never even become Cabinet ministers.
One admirable trait in women is their lack of illusions about themselves. They never reason about their most blameworthy actions; their feelings carry them away. Even their dissimulation comes naturally to them, and in them crime is free of all baseness. Most of the time they simply do not know how it happened.
Modern society includes three types of men who can never think very highly of the world--the priest, the physician, and the attorney-at-law. They all wear black, too, for are they not in mourning for every virtue and every illusion?
If youth were not ignorant and timid, civilization would be impossible.
What is motherhood save Nature in her most gladsome mood?
An ugly woman, married to King Henry VIII, would have defied the axe and daunted her husband's infidelities.
I should like one of these days to be so well known, so popular, so celebrated, so famous, that it would permit me . . . to break wind in society, and society would think it a most natural thing.
Love is the reduction of the universe to the single being, and the expansion of a single being, even to God
A woman's sentimental monkeyshines will always deceive her lover, who invariably waxes ecstatic where her husband necessarily shrugs his shoulders.
The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.
While seeking out the dead, I see nothing but the living.
Sensuality is the death of the soul.
A penniless man who has no ties to bind him is master of himself at any rate, but a luckless wretch who is in love no longer belongs to himself, and may not take his own life. Love makes us almost sacred in our own eyes; it is the life of another that we revere within us; then and so begins for us the cruelest trouble of all.
There are some women whose pregnancy would make some sly bachelor smile.
Marriage is a fierce battle before which the two partners ask heaven for its blessing, because loving each other is the most audacious of enterprises; the battle is not slow to start, and victory, that is to say freedom, goes to the cleverest.
Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of intrigue.
Love is like some fresh spring, first a stream and then a river, changing its aspect and its nature as it flows to plunge itself in some boundless ocean, where restricted natures only find monotony, but where great souls are engulfed in endless contemplation.
To say to a rich man: You are poor! is to tell the Archbishop of Granada that his sermons are worthless.
Mud, raised by hurricanes, wells up in the noblest and purest of hearts.
Narrow minds can develop as well through persecution as through benevolence; they can assure themselves of their power by tyrannizing cruelly or beneficially over others.
Grief ennobles the commonest people because it has its own essential grandeur. To shine with the luster of grief, a person need only be sincere.
True love rules especially through memory.
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