This will destroy that. The book will kill the edifice.
He had never known a “kind woman friend” in his native parts. He had not had the time to fall in love.
God gives air to men; the law sells it to them.
By continually going out for reverie, a day comes when you go out to drown yourself.
L’ignorance vaut encore mieux que la mauvaise science.
Do we ever realize our fondest dreams?
He visited the poor so long as he had any money; when he no longer had any, he visited the rich.
Madame Magloire,” retorted the Bishop, “you are mistaken. The beautiful is as useful as the useful.” He added after a pause, “More so, perhaps.
I see a dark light.
Good! And what if you should happen to cough or to sneeze?” “A man who is making his escape does not cough or sneeze.
People who are overwhelmed with troubles never do look back. They know only too well that misfortune follows in their footsteps.
Thoughtful minds make little use of this expression: the happy and the unhappy. In this world, clearly a vestibule of another, no one is happy.
Did not i say that things would come right of themselves? said the Bishop. Then he added, with a smile, To him who contents himself with the surplice of a curate, God sends the cope of an archbishop. Monseigneur, murmured the cure, throwing back his head with a smile. God or the Devil.
Aures habet, et non audiet.
What am I to do on this earth? The choice rests with me: suffer or enjoy. Whither will suffering lead me? To nothingness; but I shall have suffered. Whither will enjoyment lead me? To nothingness; but I will have enjoyed myself.
Let us never fear robbers nor murderers. Those are dangers from without, petty dangers. Let us fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices are the real murderers. The great dangers lie within ourselves.
Ever since history has been written, ever since philosophy has meditated, misery has been the garment of the human race.
Thought is the labour of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure. To replace thought by reverie is to confound poison with nourishment.
Each of our passions, even love, has a stomach that must not be overloaded. We must in all things write the word finis in time; we must restrain ourselves, when it becomes urgent, draw the bolt on the appetite, play a fantasia on the violin, then break the strings with our own hand.
Hay una manera de huir que parece buscar.