Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

Madame Aubain's servant Felicite was the envy of the ladies of Pont-l'Eveque for half a century.

One mustn't look at the abyss, because there is at the bottom an inexpressible charm which attracts us.

You can calculate the worth of a man by the number of his enemies, and the importance of a work of art by the harm that is spoken of it.

He dreamed of funeral love, but dreams crumble and the tomb abides

Of all lies, art is the least untrue.

Of all possible debauches, traveling is the greatest that I know; that's the one they invented when they got tired of all the others.