Antiquity was perhaps created to provide professors with their bread and butter.

When incredulity becomes a faith, it is less rational than a religion.

A human being sheds its leaves like a tree. Sickness prunes it down; and it no longer offers the same silhouette to the eyes which loved it, to the people to whom it afforded shade and comfort.

There are two infinities in this world: God up above, and down below, human baseness.

Time cures one of everything-even of living.

A sign of the times: there are no longer any chairs in the bookshops along the embankments. [Noël] France was the last bookseller who provided chairs where you could sit down and chat and waste a little time between sales. Nowadays books are bought standing. A request for a book and the naming of the price: that is the sort of transaction to which the all-devouring activity of modern trade has reduced bookselling, which used to be a matter for dawdling, idling, and chatty, friendly browsing.

Only a woman of the world is a woman; the rest are females.