Beauty is nothing other than the promise of happiness.
Logic is neither an art nor a science but a dodge.
Power, after love, is the first source of happiness.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
To describe happiness is to diminish it.
It is with blows dealt by public contempt that a husband kills his wife in the nineteenth century; it is by shutting the doors ofall the drawing-rooms in her face.