What is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended?

Any man, however blase or depraved, finds his love kindled anew when he sees himself threatened by a rival.

It is beyond a doubt that during the sixteenth century, and the years immediately preceding and following it, poisoning had been brought to a pitch of perfection which remains unknown to modern chemistry, but which is indisputably proved by history. Italy, the cradle of modern science, was at that time, the inventor and mistress of these secrets, many of which are lost.

But also remember: if you have any genuine feelings, hide them like treasure; never let anyone so much as suspect them, or you're lost. Instead of being the executioner, you'll be the victim. And if you ever fall in love, keep that absolutely secret! Never breathe a word until you're completely sure of the person to whom you open your heart. And to protect that love, even before you feel it, learn to despise the world.

Towns find it as hard as houses of business to rise again from ruin.

Hope is a memory that desires, the memory is a memory that has enjoyed.

Most women wish to feel that their spirit has been violated. Do they not, indeed, flatter themselves on never yielding save to force?