For the journalist, anything probable is gospel truth.
It is only in the act of nursing that a woman realizes her motherhood in visible and tangible fashion; it is a joy of every moment.
Doubt follows white-winged hope with trembling steps.
I am a galley slave to pen and ink.
But does not happiness come from the soul within?
Good befalls us while we sleep, sometimes.
Does anyone know where these gondolas of Paris come from? [Fr., Ne sait on pas ou viennent ces gondoles Parisiennes?]
Economized love is never real love.
Priests, magistrates and ladies never quite take off their gowns.
Nothing is unimportant to a man plunged in despair. He is as credulous as a criminal sentenced to death who listens to a lunatic raving to him about how he can escape through the keyhole.
Today nobility is gone: there is only a peerage.
A Creole woman is like a child, she wants to possess everything immediately; like a child, she would set fire to a house in order to fry an egg. In her languor, she thinks of nothing; when passionately aroused, she thinks of any act possible or impossible.
Ah! the soft starlight of virgin eyes.
Our souls possess the unknown power of extending as well as contracting space.
On the moral plane, true friends enjoy the same protection as the sense of smell confers upon dogs. They scent the sorrow of their friends, they divine its causes, and they clasp it to their minds and hearts.
Women, perhaps even require a little hypocrisy.
Inspiration is the opportunity of genius.
Lovers have a way of using this word "nothing" which implies exactly the opposite.
What is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended?
If the human heart sometimes finds moments of pause as it ascends the slopes of affection, it rarely halts on the way down.
We do not attach ourselves lastingly to anything that has not cost us care, labor or longing.
In all lands, sailors form a race apart. They profess a congenital contempt for landlubbers. As for the tradesman, he understands nothing of sailors nor cares a fig about them. He is content to rob them if he can.
The endless legacy of the past to the present is the secret source of human genius.
It is the mark of a great man that he puts to flight all ordinary calculations. He is at once sublime and touching, childlike and of the race of giants.
The life of a man who deliberately runs through his fortune often becomes a business speculation; his friends, his pleasures, patrons, and acquaintances are his capital.
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