It is from cowardice and not from want of enlightenment that we do not read in our own hearts.
On a cold winter morning a cigar fortifies the soul.
I have a bad memory for facts.
A woman of generous character will sacrifice her life a thousand times over for her lover, but will break with him for ever over a question of pride.
To describe happiness is to diminish it.
A novel is a mirror carried along a main road.