The paradise of the rich is made out of the hell of the poor.
You would have imagined her at one moment a maniac, at another a queen.
These two beings, who had loved each other so exclusively, and with so touching a love, and who had lived so long for each other, were now suffering beside one another and through one another; without speaking of it, without harsh feeling, and smiling all the while.
Those who live are those who fight.
A bit of mould is a pleiad of flowers; a nebula is an ant-hill of stars.
For the rest, he was the same to all men, the fashionable world and the ordinary people. He judged nothing in haste, or without taking account of the cirumstances. He said, 'Let me see how the fault arose.