Let us answer a book of ink with a book of flesh and blood.
The Frenchman invented the ruffle; the Englishman added the shirt.
Each man reserves to himself alone the right of being tedious.
I cannot often enough say, that a man is only a relative and representative nature. Each is a hint of the truth, but far enough from being that truth, which yet he quite newly and inevitably suggests to us. If I seek it in him, I shall not find it.
A cynic can chill and dishearten with a single word.
People destined to meet will do so, apparently by chance, at precisely the right moment.