How did you get back?' asked Vautrin. 'I walked,' replied Eugene. 'I wouldn't like half-pleasures, myself,' observed the tempter. 'I'd want to go there in my own carriage, have my own box, and come back in comfort. All or nothing, that's my motto.' 'And a very good one,' said Madame Vauquer.

People who are in love suspect nothing or everything.

To kill a relative of whom you are tired is something. But to inherit his property afterwards, that is genuine pleasure.

In painting, you can suddenly come upon something so huge that no-one can deal with it.

Authentic love always assumes the mystery of modesty, even in its expression, because actions speak louder than words. Unlike a feigned love, it feels no need to set a conflagration.

Modesty is the conscience of the body.

Every moment of happiness requires a great amount of Ignorance