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What is Art, monsieur, but Nature concentrated?
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What is Art, monsieur, but Nature concentrated?
When women love, they forgive everything, even our crimes; when they do not love, they cannot forgive anything, not even our virtues.
There are two species of timidity, the timidity of the mind, and the timidity of the nerves; a physical timidity, and a moral timidity. The one is independent of the other. The body may fear and tremble, while the mind is calm and courageous, or vice versa. This is the key to many moral eccentricities. When the two are united in one man, that man will be a cipher all his life.
Love may be or it may not, but where it is, it ought to reveal itself in its immensity.
Sufferings predispose the mind to devotion, and nearly all young girls, impelled by instinctive tenderness, are inclined to mysticism, the deepest aspect of religion.
It is the mark of a great man that he puts to flight all ordinary calculations. He is at once sublime and touching, childlike and of the race of giants.
Man dies in despair while the Spirit dies in ecstasy.
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.
Do not therefore allow yourself to be led astray by the specious good nature of such an institution as that of twin beds.
It is the silliest, the most treacherous, the most dangerous in the world. Shame and anathema to him who conceived it.
A young bride is like a plucked flower; but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.