Towns find it as hard as houses of business to rise again from ruin.
If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye.
Mud, raised by hurricanes, wells up in the noblest and purest of hearts.
Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.
Among fifty percent of your married couples, the husband worries very little about what his wife is doing, provided she is doing all he wishes.
When passion is not fed, it changes to need. At this juncture, marriage becomes a fixed idea in the mind of the bourgeois, being the only means whereby he can win a woman and appropriate her to his uses.