Glory is the sunshine of the dead

… o ilk günden beri güneş daha az sıcak, daha az aydınlık, gece daha karanlık oldu; hareket hızını yitirdi, düşüncelere bir ağırlık geldi. Bazı insanları toprağa gömeriz, ama öyle insanlar vardır ki onların kefenleri yüreğimiz...

There is no such thing as a great talent without great will power.

The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.

A husband who submits to his wife’s yoke is justly held an object of ridicule. A woman’s influence ought to be entirely concealed.

Most people of action are inclined to fatalism and most of thought believe in providence.

Reading brings us unknown friends.

Man can start with aversion and end with love, but if he begins with love and comes round to aversion he will never get back to love.

Towns find it as hard as houses of business to rise again from ruin.

Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of intrigue.

Thought is a key to all treasures; the miser’s gains are ours without his cares. Thus I have soared above this world, where my enjoyment have been intellectual joys.

A good marriage would be between a blind wife and a deaf husband.

Solitude is fine but you need someone to tell that solitude is fine.

For avarice begins where poverty ends.

The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.

Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine.

Mais Paris est un véritable océan. Jetez-y la sonde, vous n’en connaîtrez jamais la profondeur. Parcourez-le, décrivez-le : quelque soin que vous mettiez à le parcourir, à le décrire ; quelques nombreux et intéressés que...

Many people claim coffee inspires them, but, as everybody knows, coffee only makes boring people even more boring.

A letter is a soul, so faithful an echo of the speaking voice that to the sensitive it is among the richest treasures of love.

Ah! What pleasure it must be to a woman to suffer for the one she loves!

The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of...

We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.

What is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended?

All happiness depends on courage and work

However gross a man may be, the minute he expresses a strong and genuine affection, some inner secretion alters his features, animates his gestures, and colors his voice. The stupidest man will often, under the...

Here comes Mamma Vauquerr, fair as a starrr; and strung up like a bunch of carrots. Aren’t we suffocating ourselves a wee bit?’ he asked, placing a hand on the top of her corset. ‘A...

Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.

Study lends a kind of enchantment to all our surroundings.

But reason always cuts a poor figure beside sentiment; the one being essentially restricted, like everything that is positive, while the other is infinite.

Economized love is never real love

Journalism, look you, is the religion of modern society.

A ignor ncia é a mãe de todos os crimes, porque um crime é, antes de mais, uma falta de raciocínio.

When law becomes despotic, morals are relaxed, and vice versa.

The duration of passion is proportionate with the original resistance of the woman.

Retrouver Paris! savez-vous ce que c’est, ô Parisiens?

The word ‘love,’ used in connection with the reproduction of our species, is the most odious blasphemy taught in our times.

Love is the poetry of the senses!

Perhaps it is only human nature to inflict suffering on anything that will endure suffering, whether by reason of its genuine humility, or indifference, or sheer helplessness.

A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

The most virtuous women have something within them, something that is never chaste.

Conscience is our unerring judge until we finally stifle it.

Behind every great fortune there is a crime.

Happiness is the inner poetry of women, just as fine clothes are the mask of beauty

In Paris, when certain people see you ready to set your foot in the stirrup, some pull your coat-tails, others loosen the buckle of the strap that you may fall and crack your skull; one...

Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.

Women are tenacious, and all of them should be tenacious of respect; without esteem they cannot exist; esteem is the first demand that they make of love.

The man whose action habitually bears the stamp of his mind is a genius, but the greatest genius is not always equal to himself, or he would cease to be human.

The more you judge, the less you love.

The more one judges, the less one loves.

Doing his utmost, deploying all his energy, a young man setting out from zero can wind up after ten years somewhere below where he started.