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.
Economized love is never real love.
Does anyone know where these gondolas of Paris come from? [Fr., Ne sait on pas ou viennent ces gondoles Parisiennes?]
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.
Priests, magistrates and ladies never quite take off their gowns.
Woman is stronger by virtue of her feelings than man by virtue of his power.
Conscience is a cudgel which all men pick up in order to thwack their neighbors instead of applying it to their own shoulders.
Today nobility is gone: there is only a peerage.
Un homme n'a jamais pu e lever sa ma|"tresse jusqu'a' lui; mais une femme place toujours son amant aussi haut qu'elle. A man can never elevate his mistress to his rank, but a woman can always place her lover as high as she.
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.
Women, perhaps even require a little hypocrisy.
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.
Inspiration is the opportunity of genius.
What is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended?
We do not attach ourselves lastingly to anything that has not cost us care, labor or longing.
The endless legacy of the past to the present is the secret source of human genius.
Lovers have a way of using this word "nothing" which implies exactly the opposite.
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.
If the human heart sometimes finds moments of pause as it ascends the slopes of affection, it rarely halts on the way down.
Among fifty percent of your married couples, the husband worries very little about what his wife is doing, provided she is doing all he wishes.
It is always assumed by the empty-headed, who chatter about themselves for want of something better, that people who do not discuss their affairs openly must have something to hide.
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