L'amour n'est pas seulement un sentiment, il est un art aussi. Love is not only a feeling; it is also an art.
Danger arouses interest. Where death is involved, the vilest criminal invariably stirs a little compassion.
Clouds signify the veil of the Most High.
My further advice on your relations to women is based upon that other motto of chivalry, "Serve all, love one."
The love of nature is the only love that does not deceive human hopes.
Nowhere but in France are people so strictly observant of great matters and so disdainfully indulgent about small ones.
A flow of words is a sure sign of duplicity.
With every one, the expectation of a misfortune constitutes a dreadful, punishment. Suffering then assumes the proportions of the unknown, which is the soul's infinite.
Science is the language of the temporal world; love is that of the spiritual world. Man, indeed, describes more than he explains; while the angelic spirit sees and understands. Science saddens man; love enraptures the angel; science is still seeking; love has found.
Innocence alone dares commit certain acts of audacity. Virtue, when tutored, is as calculating as vice.
When will conventional good manners become attractive? When will ladies of fashion exhibit their shoulders a little less and their affability and wit a little more?
Yes, I can understand that a man might go to a gambling table when he sees that all that lies between him and death is his last crown.
When passion is not fed, it changes to need. At this juncture, marriage becomes a fixed idea in the mind of the bourgeois, being the only means whereby he can win a woman and appropriate her to his uses.
In family life people almost always adjust themselves to misfortune. They make a bed of it and hope makes them accept that bed, however hard it is.
With monuments as with men, position means everything.
Clothes are like a gloss that sets off everything; dresser were invented more to enhance physical advantages than to veil physical defects.
Towns find it as hard as houses of business to rise again from ruin.
Love endows us with a sort of personal religion; we respect another live within ourselves.
Jealousy, an eminently credulous and suspicious passion, allows fancy the greatest possible play. But it does not bestow wit, it banishes all sense.
Too great a display of delicacy can and does sometimes infringe upon de-cency.
A husband can commit no greater blunder than to discuss his wife, if she is virtuous, with his mistress; unless it be to mention his mistress, if she is beautiful, to his wife.
If we study Nature attentively in its great evolutions as in its minutest works, we cannot fail to recognize the possibility of enchantment - giving to that word its exact significance.
Political liberty, the peace of a nation, and science itself are gifts for which Fate demands a heavy tax in blood!
Society is no more indulgent than was the God of Genesis.
The monotony of provincial life attracts the attention of people to the kitchen. You do not dine as luxuriously in the provinces as in Paris, but you dine better, because the dishes serve you are the result of mediation and study.
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