... love always betrays its intentions.

marriage was a calamity, but it was not an occupation.

Words express only the feelings we know already.

those two wholesome defects of the French people, malice and curiosity, both of which are essential to its greatness.

Children never grow tired; their likes and dislikes are constant; let them laugh at something once and they laugh always; do what you will, they are sure to say, 'Do it again!

that sunlight of the dead which is called literature.

... love always betrays its intentions.