If there is anything more heart-breaking than a body perishing for lack of bread, it is a soul which is dying from hunger for the light.
She was satisfied after the manner of that Arab woman, who, having received a box on the ear from her husband, went to complain to her father, and cried for vengeance, saying: Father, you owe my husba...
Men like me are impossible until the day when they become necessary.
So long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, books like this cannot be useless.
Table talk and amorous talk are equally impossible to grasp; amorous talk is all pretty bubbles, table talk, hot air.
A writer is a world trapped in a person.
Il possédait comme tout le monde sa terminaison en iste, sans laquelle personne n'aurait pu vivre en ce temps-là, mais il n'était ni royaliste, ni bonapartiste, ni chartiste, ni orléaniste, ni anarchi...
Reality in strong doses frightens.
In days gone by, I stole a loaf of bread in order to live; to-day, in order to live, I will not steal a name.
Indigestion is charged by God with enforcing morality on the stomach.
Succeed; that is the advice that falls, drop by drop, from the overhanging fruit of corruption.
He who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo.Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing is more tragic.Nothing is more sublime.
A cloud has been collecting for 1500 years, yet you are condemning the thunderclap. Its wrath will be absolved by the future. Its result is a better world; and a caress for the human race issues from...
It is one of the poignant anxieties of the thinker that he sees the shadow resting on the human soul, and that he gropes in darkness without being able to awaken that slumbering Progress.
It does not do to let the senses fall asleep, whether in the shade of the sacred tree or in the shadow of an army.
من شما را بجای دین قبول نمی کنم،شما انگل و آفت دینید...نفرتی که شما به خود جلب می کنید به دین هم تاثیر می بخشد و مردم را از آن بیزار می کند...کلیسا بود که پرینلی را به خاطر این سخن که: ستارگان از جای...
Suddenly she let fly with this: It's nice here!It was a ghastly dump, but she felt free.
Oh! would that we were lying side by side in the same grave, hand in hand, and from time to time, in the darkness, gently caressing a finger -- that would suffice for my eternity!
By making himself a priest made himself a demon.
The beautiful is just as useful as the useful.
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