Do you know how a man makes his way here? By brilliant genius or by skilful corruption. You must either cut your way through these masses of men like a cannon ball, or steal among them like a plague.
Women understand better than we do the art of analyzing the two human feelings, which alternately form their weapons of attack, or the weapons of which they are victims. They have the instinct of love, because it is their whole life, and of jealousy, because it is almost the only means by which they can control us.
We talked together through that silence in the language of thought. Nothing is more rapturous than these mute conversations.
To sum up, the world is mine without effort of mine, and the world has not the slightest hold on me.
To saunter is a science; it is the gastronomy of the eye. To take a walk is to vegetate; to saunter is to live.