Do you know what friendship is?' he asked. 'Yes,' replied the gypsy; 'it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.' 'And love?' pursued Gringoire. 'Oh! love!' said she, and her voice trembled, and her eye beamed. 'That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.

The peasants of the Asturias believe that in every litter of wolves there is one pup that is killed by the mother for fear that on growing up it would devour the other little ones.

To live a life which is a perpetual falsehood is to suffer unknown tortures.

Nature has made a pebble and a female. The lapidary makes the diamond, and the lover makes the woman.

A wedding is not house-keeping.

Love is like a tree, it grows of its own accord, it puts down deep roots into our whole being.

Every bad institution of this world ends by suicide.