Stupidity talks, vanity acts.
My tastes are aristocratic, my actions democratic.
We are reassured almost as foolishly as we are alarmed; human nature is so constituted.
What happened between those two beings? Nothing. They were adoring one another.
Love is a fault; so be it.
Is it not a thing divine to have a smile which, none know how, has the power to lighten the weight of that enormous chain which all the living in common drag behind them?