Most women wish to feel that their spirit has been violated. Do they not, indeed, flatter themselves on never yielding save to force?
A deist is an atheist with an eye cocked for the off-chance of some advantage.
When we drink coffee, ideas march in like the army
Love which economizes is never true love.
To speak of love is to make love.
Rich men are resolved to be astonished at nothing. When they see a masterpiece, they must needs at one glance recognize some flaw to dispense them from admiration, a vulgar emotion.