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Modern Reformers Offer Nebulous Theories Or Write Philanthropic Novels. But Your Thief Acts! He Is As Clear As A Fact And As Logical As A Punch On The Nose! And What A Style He Has!

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Modern Reformers Offer Nebulous Theories Or Write Philanthropic Novels. But Your Thief Acts! He Is As Clear As A Fact And As Logical As A Punch On The Nose! And What A Style He Has!

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Modern Reformers Offer Nebulous Theories Or Write Philanthropic Novels. But Your Thief Acts! He Is As Clear As A Fact And As Logical As A Punch On The Nose! And What A Style He Has!

To Feel, To Love, To Suffer, To Devote Herself, Will Always Be The Text Of The Life Of Woman.

It's Catastrophies Which Turn Wise And Strong People Into Philosophers.

Happiness Lends Poetic Charms To Woman, And Dress Adorns Her Like A Delicate Tinge Of Rouge.

Love Is A Religion, And Its Rituals Cost More Than Those Of Other Religions. It Goes By Quickly And, Like A Street Urchin, It Likes To Mark Its Passage By A Trail Of Devastation.

Our Souls Possess The Unknown Power Of Extending As Well As Contracting Space.

Those Sweetly Smiling Angels With Pensive Looks, Innocent Faces, And Cash-boxes For Hearts.

Society Proceeds Like The Ocean. After A Disaster, It Resume Its Wonted Level And Rhythms; Its Devouring Interests Efface All Traces Of Damage.

Though The Human Heart May Have To Pause For Rest When Climbing The Heights Of Affection It Rarely Stops On The Slippery Slope Of Hatred.

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.

True Love Is Eternal, Infinite, And Always Like Itself. It Is Equal And Pure, Without Violent Demonstrations: It Is Seen With White Hairs And Is Always Young In The Heart.

The Greatest Joy A Petty Soul Can Taste Is To Dupe A Great Soul And Catch It In A Snare.

Power Is Action; The Electoral Principle Is Discussion. No Political Action Is Possible When Discussion Is Permanently Established.

What Moralists Describe As The Mysteries Of The Human Heart Are Solely The Deceiving Thoughts, The Spontaneous Impulses Of Self-regard. The Sudden Changes In Character, About Which So Much Has Been Said, Are Instinctive Calculations For The Furtherance Of Our Own Pleasures. Seeing Himself Now In His Fine Clothes, His New Gloves And Shoes, Eugène De Rastignac Forgot His Noble Resolve. Youth, When It Swerves Toward Wrong, Dares Not Look In The Mirror Of Conscience; Maturity Has Already Seen Itself There. That Is The Whole Difference Between The Two Phases Of Life.

Envy Is The Most Stupid Of Vices, For There Is No Single Advantage To Be Gained From It.

Law Is A Silvery Web That Lets The Big Flies Pass And Catches All The Small Ones.

The Passion Of Love Is Essentially Selfish, While Motherhood Widens The Circle Of Our Feelings.

Life In Clubs Is No Paltry Sign Of The Times We Live In. Here Gentlemen Gamble With Others Whom They Would Not Dream Of Inviting To Their Homes.

Marriageable Girls As Well As Mothers Understand The Terms And Perils Of The Lottery Called Wedlock. That Is Why Women Weep At A Wedding And Men Smile.

A Woman's Greatest Charm Consists In A Constant Appeal To A Man's Generosity By A Gracious Declaration Of Helplessness Which Fills Him With Pride And Awakens The Most Magnificent Feelings In His Heart.

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.

Is There Any Instinct More Deeply Implanted In The Heart Of Man Than The Pride Of Protection, A Protection Which Is Constantly Exerted For A Fragile And Defenceless Creature?

Chance, My Dear, Is The Sovereign Deity In Child-bearing.

Love Or Hatred Must Constantly Increase Between Two Persons Who Are Always Together; Every Moment Fresh Reasons Are Found For Loving Or Hating Better.

My Further Advice On Your Relations To Women Is Based Upon That Other Motto Of Chivalry, "serve All, Love One."

The Future Of A Nation Lies In The Hands Of Mothers.

Children, Dear And Loving Children, Can Alone Console A Woman For The Loss Of Her Beauty.

Many Men Nourish A Pride Which Urges Them To Conceal Their Struggles And Show Themselves Only As Conquerors.

A Jealous Husband Doesnt Doubt His Wife, But Himself.

Man's Condition Is Horrible Because, No Matter What Form His Happiness May Take, It Arises From Some Species Of Ignorance.

Heaven Should Be Kind To Stupid People, For No One Else Can Be Consistently.

Reproach Is Usually Honest, Which Is More Than Can Be Said Of Praise.

Believe Everything You Hear Said Of The World; Nothing Is Too Impossibly Bad.

Marriage Must Incessantly Contend With A Monster That Devours Everything: Familiarity.

He Who Best Knows The World Will Love It Least.

And He, Like Many Jaded People, Had Few Pleasures Left In Life Save Good Food And Drink.

A Wife Is Property That One Acquires By Contract, She Is Transferable, Because Possession Of Her Requires Title; In Fact, Woman Is, So To Speak, Only Man's Appendage; Consequently, Slice, Cut, Clip Her, You Have All Rights To Her.

Ah! What Pleasure It Must Be To A Woman To Suffer For The One She Loves!

A Great Love Is A Credit Opened In Favor Of A Power So Consuming That The Moment Of Bankruptcy Must Inevitably Occur.

No Man Should Marry Until He Has Studied Anatomy And Dissected At Least One Woman.

At Thirty Years A Woman Asks Her Lover To Give Her Back The Esteem She Has Forfeited For His Sake; She Lives Only For Him, Her Thoughts Are Full Of His Future, He Must Have A Great Career, She Bids Him Make It Glorious; She Can Obey, Entreat, Command, Humble Herself, Or Rise In Pride; Times Without Number She Brings Comfort When A Young Girl Can Only Make Moan.

The Habits Of Every Animal Are, At Least In The Eyes Of Man, Constantly Similar In All Ages. But The Habits, The Clothes, The Words And The Dwelling Of A Prince, A Banker, An Artist, A Bourgeois, A Priest And A Pauper, Are Wholly Dissimilar And Change At The Will Of Civilizations.

A Flow Of Words Is A Sure Sign Of Duplicity.

Men Who Pay Their Tailors Never Amount To Anything, They Never Even Become Cabinet Ministers.

Marriage Is A Fight To The Death. Before Contracting It, The Two Parties Concerned Implore The Benediction Of Heaven Because To Promise To Love Each Other Forever Is The Rashest Of Enterprises.

Clouds Symbolize The Veils That Shroud God.

When There Is An Old Maid In The House, A Watchdog Is Unnecessary.

Only When One Has Learned To Acknowledge That Wiser Minds Have Made Better Words To Come Out Of Our Mouths May We Truly, Then, Begin To Speak Them.

The Art Of Motherhood Involves Much Silent, Unobtrusive Self-denial, An Hourly Devotion Which Finds No Detail Too Minute.

Beaucoup D'hommes Ont Un Orgueil Qui Les Pousse A' Cacher Leurs Combats Et A' Ne Se Montrer Que Victorieux. Many Men Have Pride That Causes Them To Hide Their Combats And To Only Show Themselves Victorious.

Are Not Poets Men Who Fulfill Their Hopes Prematurely?

Lofty Souls Are Always Inclined To Make A Virtue Of Misfortune.

Vulgar Souls Look Hastily And Superficially At The Sea And Accuse It Of Monotony; Other More Privileged Beings Could Spend A Lifetime Admiring It And Discovering New And Changing Phenomena That Delight Them. So It Is With Love.

Necessity Is The Spur Of Genius.

Passion Is Born Deaf And Dumb.

The Great Secret Of Social Alchemy Is To Profit Best From Each Stage In Our Lives, To Gather All Its Leaves In Spring, All Its Flowers In Summer, And All Its Fruits In Autumn.

I'm A Great Poet. I Don't Put My Poems On Paper: They Consist Of Actions And Feelings.

A Society Of Atheists Would Immediately Invent A Religion.

A Woman Must Be A Genius To Create A Good Husband.

Glory And Fame Mean Twelve Thousand Francs' Worth Of Paid Articles In The Newspapers And Five Thousand Crowns' Worth Of Dinners.

Virtue Is Always Too Much Of A Piece And Too Ignorant Of Those Shades Of Feeling And Of Temperament That Enable Us To Squint When We Are Placed In A False Position.

Reading Brings Us Unknown Friends

Hope Is A Light Diet, But Very Stimulating.

Women, Perhaps Even Require A Little Hypocrisy.

Who Is To Decide Which Is The Grimmer Sight: Withered Hearts, Or Empty Skulls?

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 Enjoyments Have Been Intellectual Joys.

An Unfulfilled Vocation Drains The Color From A Man's Entire Existence.

No Frozen-hearted Woman Ever I Laid Eyes On But Has Made Duty Her Religion.

Conviction Brings A Silent, Indefinable Beauty Into Faces Made Of The Commonest Human Clay; The Devout Worshiper At Any Shrine Reflects Something Of Its Golden Glow, Even As The Glory Of A Noble Love Shines Like A Sort Of Light From A Woman's Face.

Passion Is Universal Humanity. Without It Religion, History, Romance And Art Would Be Useless.

It Would Be Curious To Know What Leads A Man To Become A Stationer Rather Than A Baker, When He Is No Longer Compelled, As Among The Egyptians, To Succeed To His Father's Craft.

Passions Are No More Forgiving Than Human Laws And They Reason More Justly. Are They Not Based On A Conscience Of Their Own, Infallible As An Instinct?

My Writing Table Has Seen All My Wretchedness, Knows All My Plans, Has Overheard All My Thoughts.

One Of The Most Detestable Habits Of Lilliputian Minds Is To Find Their Own Littleness In Others.

Hope Is A Memory That Desires, The Memory Is A Memory That Has Enjoyed.

Nature Endows Woman Alternately With A Particular Strength Which Helps Her To Suffer And A Weakness Which Counsels Her To Be Resigned.

To Stroll Is A Science, It Is The Gastronomy Of The Eye. To Walk Is To Vegetate, To Stroll Is To Live.... To Stroll Is To Enjoy, It Is To Assume A Mind-set, It Is To Admire The Sublime Pictures Of Unhappiness, Of Love, Of Joy, Of Graceful Or Grotesque Portraits; It Is To Plunge One's Vision To The Depths Of A Thousand Existences: Young, It Is To Desire Everything; Old, It Is To Live The Life Of The Young, To Marry Their Passions.

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?

If The Artist Does Not Fling Himself, Without Reflecting, Into His Work, As Curtis Flung Himself Into The Yawning Gulf, As The Soldier Flings Himself Into The Enemy's Trenches, And If, Once In This Crater, He Does Not Work Like A Miner On Whom The Walls Of His Gallery Have Fallen In; If He Contemplates Difficulties Instead Of Overcoming Them One By One ... He Is Simply Looking On At The Suicide Of His Own Talent.

One Hour Of Love Has A Whole Life In It.

Nothing About Me Surprises Me.

Power Is Not Revealed By Striking Hard Or Often, But By Striking True.

Love Which Economizes Is Never True Love.

A Mother's Life, You See, Is One Long Succession Of Dramas, Now Soft And Tender, Now Terrible. Not An Hour But Has Its Joys And Fears.

Let Nothing Dupe You! Such Is The Horrible Maxim That Acts As A Solvent Upon Every Noble Feeling Man Experiences.

The Key To All Sciences Is Unquestionably The Question Mark. To The Word How? We Owe Most Of Our Greatest Discoveries. Wisdom In Life May Perhaps Consist In Asking Ourselves On All Occasions: Why?

We Exaggerate Misfortune And Happiness Alike. We Are Never As Bad Off Or As Happy As We Say We Are.

Exaggeration Is

Le Coeur D'une Me' Re Est Un Ab|"me Au Fond Duquel Se Trouve Toujours Un Pardon. A Mother'sheart Isanabyss Atthebottomof Whichthere Is Always Forgiveness.

For The Person Who Loves God, Worship Is The Daily Bread Of Patience.

A Man Who Stops At Nothing Short Of The Law Is Very Clever Indeed!

Clothes Are Like A Gloss That Sets Off Everything; Dresser Were Invented More To Enhance Physical Advantages Than To Veil Physical Defects.

Conscience Is Our Unerring Judge Until We Finally Stifle It.

No Navigator Has Yet Traced Lines Of Latitude And Longitude On The Conjugal Sea.

Latitude And Longitude

A Good Husband Is Never The First To Go To Sleep At Night Or The Last To Awake In The Morning.

Intuition, Like The Rays Of The Sun, Acts Only In An Inflexibly Straight Line; It Can Guess Right Only On Condition Of Never Diverting Its Gaze; The Freaks Of Chance Disturb It.

Ah! The Soft Starlight Of Virgin Eyes.

Hatred Is The Vice Of Narrow Souls; They Feed It With All Their Littleness, And Make It The Pretext Of Base Tyrannies.

The Parisan, Sauntering The Streets Idly, Is As Often A Man In Despair As A Lounger.

The Most Virtuous Women Have Within Them Something That Is Never Chaste.

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.

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.

People Who Are In Love Suspect Nothing Or Everything.

Our Most Bitter Enemies Are Our Own Kith And Kin. Kings Have No Brothers, No Sons, No Mother!

Grief Ennobles The Commonest People Because It Has Its Own Essential Grandeur. To Shine With The Luster Of Grief, A Person Need Only Be Sincere.

A Girl's Coquetry Is Of The Simplest, She Thinks That All Is Said When The Veil Is Laid Aside; A Woman's Coquetry Is Endless, She Shrouds Herself In Veil After Veil, She Satisfies Every Demand Of Man's Vanity, The Novice Responds But To One.

I Prefer Thought To Action, An Idea To A Transaction, Contemplation To Activity.

Our Greatest Fears Lie In Anticipation.

To Kill A Relative Of Whom You Are Tired Is Something. But To Inherit His Property Afterwards, That Is Genuine Pleasure.

The More One Judges, The Less One Loves.

God Is The Poet; Men Are But The Actors. The Great Dramas Of Earth Were Written In Heaven.

The Secret Of Great Fortunes Without Apparent Cause Is A Crime Forgotten, Forgotten Because It Was Properly Done.

The More Illegal A Profit, The More Tenaciously A Man Clings To It.

I Am Not Deep, But I Am Very Wide.

Old Maids Claw As Cats Do. They Not Only Inflict Wounds But Experience Pleasure In Doing So. Nor Will They Fail To Remind Their Victims Of The Blood Drawn.

As Soon As Man Seeks To Penetrate The Secrets Of Nature--in Which Nothing Is Secret And It Is But A Question Of Seeing--he Realizes That The Simple Produces The Supernatural.

Man Is Neither Good Nor Bad; He Is Born With Instincts And Abilities.

Does Not Any Limit Imposed Upon One Inspire A Desire To Go Beyond It? Does Not Our Keenest Suffering Arise When Our Free Will Is Crossed?

To Speak Of Love Is To Make Love.

Tradesmen Regard An Author With A Mixed Feeling Of Terror, Compassion And Curiosity.

A Lover Always Thinks Of His Mistress First And Himself Second; With A Husband It Runs The Other Way.

Self-interest Is An Ineffable Feeling Which Shall Follow Us Into God's Very Presence Since They Say There Is A Hierarchy Even Among The Holy Saints.

Forgetting Is The Great Secret Of Strong And Creative Lives.

Sects Differ More In Name Than Tenets.

Like Hunger, Physical Love Is A Necessity. But Man's Appetite For Amour Is Never So Regular Or So Sustained As His Appetite For The Delights Of The Table.

The Questioning Spirit Is The Rebellious Spirit. A Rebellion Is Always Either A Cloak To Hide A Prince, Or The Swaddling Wrapper Of A New Rule.

Conventions Are Often More Cruel Than The Law.

If Certain Women Walk Straight Into Adultery, There Are Many Others Who Cling To Numerous Hopes, And Commit Sin Only After Wandering Through A Maze Of Sorrows.

A Year At The Breast Is Quite Enough; Children Who Are Suckled Longer Are Said To Grow Stupid, And I Am All For Popular Sayings.

A Woman, Even A Prude, Is Not Long At A Loss, However Dire Her Plight. She Would Seen Always To Have In Hand The Fig Leaf Our Mother Eve Bequeathed To Her.

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.

There Are No Principles; There Are Only Events. There Is No Good And Bad, There Are Only Circumstances.

Give To A Wounded Heart Seclusion; Consolation Nor Reason Ever Effected Anything In Such A Case.

Your Modest Savant Smiles As He Says To His Admirers: What Have I Done? Nothing. Man Does Not Invent A Force, He Directs It.

The Wounds Of Self-love Turn Incurable When The Oxide Of Self-love Gets Into Them.

The More You Judge, The Less You Love.

Our Heart Is A Treasury; If You Pour Out All Its Wealth At Once, You Are Bankrupt.

The Fame Of Surgeons Resembles The Fame Of Actors, Who Live Only During Their Lifetime And Whose Talent Is No Longer Appreciable Once They Have Disappeared.

Six Weeks With A Fever Is An Eternity.

When An Intelligent Man Reaches The Point Of Inviting Self-explanation And Offers Surrendering The Key To His Heart, He Is Assuredly Riding A Drunken Horse.

People Exaggerate Both Happiness And Unhappiness; We Are Never So Fortunate Nor So Unfortunate As People Say We Are.

Le Mariage Doit Incessamment Combattre Un Monstre Qui De V Ore Tout: L'habitude. Marriage Should Always Combat The Monster That Devours Everything: Habit.

Time Is The Only Capital Of Those Who Just Have Their Inteligence As Fortune.

Whereas Scoundrels Become Reconciled After Knifing One Another, Lovers Break Up Irrevocably Over A Mere Glance Or Word.

Modern Society Includes Three Types Of Men Who Can Never Think Very Highly Of The World--the Priest, The Physician, And The Attorney-at-law. They All Wear Black, Too, For Are They Not In Mourning For Every Virtue And Every Illusion?

Virtually All Men Of Action Incline To Fatality Just As Most Thinkers Incline To Providence.

Constancy Will Always Be The Genius Of Love, The Indication Of That Strength Which Constitutes The Poet. A Man Should Possess All Women In His Wife, Like Those Squalid Poetasters Of The Seventeenth Century Who Made Fair Irises And Dazzling Chloes Of Their Lowly Manons.

We Are Scarcely Apt To Berate The Source Of Enjoyment.

What Patient Can Trust The Knowledge Of A Physician Without Reputation Or Furniture, In A Period When Publicity Is All-powerful And When The Government Gilds The Lamp Posts On The Place De La Concorde In Order To Dazzle The Poor?

There Is Neither Vice Nor Virtue, There Are Only Circumstances.

Our Happiness Often Depends Upon Social Hypocrisies To Which We Will Never Stoop.

All Poetry Like Every Work Of Art Proceeds From A Swift Vision Of Things.

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.

A Sacrament By Virtue Of Which Each Imparts Nothing But Vexations To The Other.

Stupidity Assumes Two Forms, It Speaks Or Is Silent. Mute Stupidity Is Bearable.

No Woman Allows Her Lover To Descend From His Pedestal. Even A God Is Not Forgiven The Slightest Pettiness.

L'amour N'est Pas Seulement Un Sentiment, Il Est Un Art Aussi. Love Is Not Only A Feeling; It Is Also An Art.

Too Great A Display Of Delicacy Can And Does Sometimes Infringe Upon De-cency.

Events Are Never Absolute, Their Outcome Depends Entirely Upon The Individual.

All Happiness Depends On Courage And Work.

A Beautiful Book Is A Victory Won In All The Battlefields Of Human Thought.

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.

What Is A Child, Monsieur, But The Image Of Two Beings, The Fruit Of Two Sentiments Spontaneously Blended?

It Is As Absurd To Say That A Man Can't Love One Woman All The Time As It Is To Say That A Violinist Needs Several Violins To Play The Same Piece Of Music.

Woman Is Stronger By Virtue Of Her Feelings Than Man By Virtue Of His Power.

All Human Beings Go Through A Previous Life... Who Knows How Many Fleshly Forms The Heir Of Heaven Occupies Before He Can Be Brought To Understand The Value Of That Silence And Solitude Of Spiritual Worlds?

People Who Climb From One Rung Of Society To Another Can Never Do Anything Simply.

Society Is No More Indulgent Than Was The God Of Genesis.

Man Judges Of Nature In Relation To Itself; The Angelic Spirit Judges Of It In Relation To Heaven. In Short, To The Spirits Everything Speaks.

We Do Not Attach Ourselves Lastingly To Anything That Has Not Cost Us Care, Labor Or Longing.

Men Are Such Dupes By Choice, That He Who Would Impose Upon Others Never Need Be At A Loss To Find Ready Victims.

Discouragement Is Of All Ages: In Youth It Is A Presentiment, In Old Age A Remembrance.

Nos Beaux Sentiments Ne Sont-ils Pas Les Poe Sies De La Volonte ? Aren't Our Best Feelings Poetry Of The Will?

The Best Painters, As They Progress In Reputation And Towards Perfection, Are Found To Dispense More And More With The Technique Of The Art, For Simpler Methods. Simplicity Never Fails To Charm.

For Certain People, Misfortune Is A Beacon That Lights Up The Dark And Baser Sides Of Social Life.

Solitude Is Fine, But You Need Someone To Tell You That Solitude Is Fine.

Most Women Wish To Feel That Their Spirit Has Been Violated. Do They Not, Indeed, Flatter Themselves On Never Yielding Save To Force?

The Secret Of The Nobility And Beauty Of Great Ladies Lies In The Art With Which They Can Shed Their Veils. In Such Situations, They Become Like Ancient Statues. If They Kept The Merest Scarf On, They Would Be Lewd. Your Bourgeois Woman Will Always Try To Cover Her Nakedness.

To Be Happy, A Man Must Love His Wife As She Chooses To Be Loved.

Envy Lurks At The Bottom Of The Human Heart Like A Viper In Its Hole.

Everybody All Over The World Takes A Wife's Estimate Into Account In Forming An Opinion Of A Man.

Inspiration Is The Opportunity Of Genius.

Death Unites As Well As Separates; It Silences All Paltry Feeling.

White Hair Often Covers The Head, But The Heart That Holds It Is Ever Young.

Necessity Is Often The Spur To Genius.

No Man Has Ever Yet Discovered The Way To Give Friendly Advice To Any Woman, Not Even To His Own Wife.

Economized Love Is Never Real Love.

Some Troubles, Like A Protested Note Of A Solvent Debtor, Bear Interest.

With A Woman, Always Make Good Use Of A Secret. She Will Be Proportionally Grateful To You, Like A Scoundrel Who Grants His Respect To An Honest Man He Has Been Unable To Swindle.

Glory Is The Sunshine Of The Dead

Misfortune, No Less Than Happiness, Inspires Us To Dream.

Love And Work Have The Virtues Of Making A Man Pretty Indifferent To Anything Else.

It's Not Enough To Be A Good Person. You Also Have To Show It.

I Declare, On My Soul And Conscience, That The Attainment Of Power, Or Of A Great Name In Literature, Seemed To Me An Easier Victory Than A Success With Some Young, Witty, And Gracious Lady Of High Degree.

There Are Houses In Certain Provincial Towns Whose Aspect Inspires Melancholy, Akin To That Called Forth By Sombre Cloisters, Dreary Moorlands, Or The Desolation Of Ruins. Within These Houses There Is, Perhaps, The Silence Of The Cloister, The Barrenness Of Moors, The Skeleton Of Ruins; Life And Movement Are So Stagnant There That A Stranger Might Think Them Uninhabited, Were It Not That He Encounters Suddenly The Pale, Cold Glance Of A Motionless Person, Whose Half-monastic Face Peers Beyond The Window-casing At The Sound Of An Unaccustomed Step.

Who Shall Ever Tell How Much An Unmerited Disfavor Crushes A Shy Person? Who Can Ever Depict The Misfortunes Of Timidity?

Journalism Is A Giant Catapult Set In Motion By Pigmy Hatreds.

It Is Easy To Sit Up And Take Notice, What Is Difficult Is Getting Up And Taking Action.

Whoever Does Not Visit Paris Regularly Will Never Really Be Elegant.

Want Him To Be More Of A Man? Try Being More Of A Woman!

Woman Is A Delightful Instrument Of Pleasure, But It Is Necessary To Know Its Trembling Strings, To Study The Position Of Them, The Timid Keyboard, The Fingering So Changeful And Capricious Which Befits It.

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