Anything becomes interesting if you look at it long enough.

What a heavy oar the pen is, and what a strong current ideas are to row in!

After the pain of this disappointment her heart once more stood empty, and the succession of identical days began again.

And indeed, what is better than to sit by one's fireside in the evening with a book, while the wind beats against the window and the lamp is buring?

My life which I dream will be so beautiful, so poetic, so vast, so filled with love will turn out to be like everybody else's - monotonous, sensible, stupid.

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

One never tires of what is well written, style is life! It is the very blood of thought!