What is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended?
What an admirable manoeuvre it would be to make a wife dance, and to feed her on vegetables!
Well, gold contains all things in embryo; gold realizes all things for us.
We will not attempt to enumerate the women who are virtuous from stupidity, for it is acknowledged that in love all women have intellect.
We think, without fear of being deceived, that married people who have lived twenty years together may sleep in peace without fear of having their love trespassed upon or of incurring the scandal of a lawsuit for criminal conversation.
We talked together through that silence in the language of thought. Nothing is more rapturous than these mute conversations.
We ought to believe in marriage as we believe in the immortality of the soul.
We must all agree that legality would be a fine thing for social scoundrelism IF THERE WERE NO GOD.
We do not attach ourselves permanently to any possessions, excepting in proportion to the trouble, toil and longing which they have cost us.
We cannot measure the vast orbit of the Divine thought of which we are but an atom as small as God is great; but we can feel its vastness, we can kneel, adore, and wait.
Virtue, perhaps, is nothing more than politeness of soul.
Vice and disappointment and vindictiveness are the best of all detectives.