First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.
We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never either so wretched or so happy as we say we are.
We are never either so wretched or so happy as we say we are.
Some troubles like a protested note of a solvent debtor bear interest.
There are moments in life when all that we can bear is the sense that our friend is near us our wounds would wince at consoling words that would reveal the depths of our pain.
Bureaucracy is a giant mechanism operated by pygmies.
A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.
To provoke laughter without joining in it greatly heightens the effect.
The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.
A woman must be a genius to create a good husband.
Envy is the most stupid of vices for there is no single advantage to be gained from it.
If we could but paint with the hand as we see with the eye!
Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion history romance and art would be useless.
We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never either so wretched or so happy as we say we are.
Emulation admires and strives to imitate great actions envy is only moved to malice.
Nothing is a greater impediment to being on good terms with others than being ill at ease with yourself.
True love is eternal infinite and always like itself. It is equal and pure without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
True love is eternal infinite and always like itself. It is equal and pure without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
All happiness depends on courage and work. I have had many periods of wretchedness but with energy and above all with illusions I pulled through them all.
Believe everything you hear said of the world nothing is too impossibly bad.
Our worst misfortunes never happen and most miseries lie in anticipation.
A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.
Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.
Political liberty, the peace of a nation, and science itself are gifts for which Fate demands a heavy tax in blood!
A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
Equality may perhaps be a right, but no power on earth can ever turn it into a fact.
Small natures require despotism to exercise their sinews, as great souls thirst for equality to give play to their heart.
We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.
A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.
For passion, be it observed, brings insight with it; it can give a sort of intelligence to simpletons, fools, and idiots, especially during youth.
All humanity is passion; without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual.
Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.
When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.
There are some women whose pregnancy would make some sly bachelor smile.
The most virtuous women have something within them, something that is never chaste.
One should believe in marriage as in the immortality of the soul.
There is no such thing as a great talent without great will power.
Power is action the electoral principle is discussion. No political action is possible when discussion is permanently established.
Chance, my dear, is the sovereign deity in child-bearing.
I do not regard a broker as a member of the human race.
The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.
But reason always cuts a poor figure beside sentiment; the one being essentially restricted, like everything that is positive, while the other is infinite.
Marriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity.
The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.
The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.
The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.
If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye.
To those who have exhausted politics, nothing remains but abstract thought.
It is only in the act of nursing that a woman realizes her motherhood in visible and tangible fashion it is a joy of every moment.
The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one.
Wisdom is that apprehension of heavenly things to which the spirit rises through love.
The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.
Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of intrigue.
A young bride is like a plucked flower but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.