If, in New York, you arrive late for an appointment, say, "I took a taxi |
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. |
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. |
In literature, as in love, we are astonished at the choice made by other people |
Lost Illusion is the undisclosed title of every novel. |
Memory is a great artist. For every man and for every woman it makes the recollection of his or her life a work of art and an unfaithful record. |
Men and women are not born inconstant: they are made so by their early amorous experiences. |
Modesty and unselfishness: These are the virtues which men praise, and pass by |
Modesty and unselfishness: These are the virtues which men praise, and pass by |
Modesty and unselfishness: These are the virtues which men praise, and pass by |
Modesty and unselfishness: These are the virtues which men praise, and pass by |
No one can be profoundly original who does not avoid eccentricity. |
Often we allow ourselves to be upset by small things we should despise and forget. We lose many irreplaceable hours brooding over grievances that, in a year's time, will be forgotten by us and by everybody. No, let us devote our life to worthwhile actions and feelings, to great thoughts, real affections and enduring undertakings. |
Old age is far more than white hair, wrinkles, the feeling that it is too late and the game finished, that the stage belongs to the rising generations. The true evil is not the weakening of the body, but the indifference of the soul. |
People are what you make them. A scornful look turns into a complete fool a man of average intelligence. A contemptuous indifference turns into an enemy a woman who, well treated, might have been an angel. |