In our calling, we have to choose; we must make our fortune either in this world or in the next, there is no middle way.

Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. ... there are no age limits for love.

But, if I sample this pleasure so prudently and circumspectly, it will no longer be a pleasure.

A man who is half an idiot, but who keeps a sharp lookout and acts prudently all his life, often enjoys the pleasure of triumphing over men of more imagination than he

Ah, Sir, a novel is a mirror carried along a high road. At one moment it reflects to your vision the azure skies, at another the mire of the puddles at your feet. And the man who carries this mirror in his pack will be accused by you of being immoral! His mirror shews the mire, and you blame the mirror! Rather blame that high road upon which the puddle lies, still more the inspector of roads who allows the water to gather and the puddle to form.

This is the curse of our age, even the strangest aberrations are no cure for boredom.

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