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.
At a distance, we cannot conceive of the authority of a despot who knows all his subjects on sight.
On a cold winter morning a cigar fortifies the soul.
Beauty is nothing but a promise of happiness.
The boredom of married life inevitable destroys love, when love has preceded marriage.
It is not enough for a landscape to be interesting in itself. Eventually there must be a moral and historic interest.