Laws are spider webs through which the big flies pass and the little ones get caught.
You're a fine fastidious young man, as proud as a lion, as gentle as a girl. You'd make a good catch for the devil.
Have you ever plunged into the immensity of space and time by reading the geological treatises of Cuvier? Borne away on the wings of his genius, have you hovered over the illimitable abyss of the past...
There are some women whose pregnancy would make some sly bachelor smile.
A young bride is like a plucked flower but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.
Chance, my dear, is the sovereign deity in child-bearing.
Notre coeur est un trésor, videz-le d'un coup, vous êtes ruinés.
Emulation admires and strives to imitate great actions envy is only moved to malice.
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.
Virtue will cut your head off, vice will only cut your hair.
To that point, he had always found the vicomtesse overflowing with friendly politeness, that sweet-flowing grace conferred by an aristocratic education, and which is never truly there unless it comes,...
He hesitated till the last moment, but finally dropped them in the box, saying, I shall win!--the cry of a gambler, the cry of the great general, the compulsive cry that has ruined more men than it ha...
Yes, I can understand that a man might go to gambling table - when he sees that all that lies between himself and death is his last crown
Ah! What pleasure it must be to a woman to suffer for the one she loves!
If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye.
Our worst misfortunes never happen and most miseries lie in anticipation.
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 the other.
He looked like some plant bleached by darkness.
I do not regard a broker as a member of the human race.
Love is the poetry of the senses.