I used to think of deathlike I suppose soldiers think of it: it was a possible thing that I could well avoid by my skill.

A novel is like a bow, and the violin that produces the sound is the reader's soul.

I love her beauty, but I fear her mind.

The shepherd always tries to persuade the sheep that their interests and his own are the same.

When intimacy followed love in Italy there were no longer any vain pretensions between two lovers.

Our true passions are selfish.

Chélan had acted as imprudently for Julien as he had for himself. He had given him the habit of reasoning correctly, and of not being put off by empty words, but he had neglected to tell him that this habit was a crime in the person of no importance, since every piece of logical reasoning is offensive.