Artists Are The Monks Of The Bourgeois

Idleness Makes Hours Pass Slowly And Years Swiftly. Activity Makes The Hours Short And The Years Long.

You Cannot Insult A Man More Atrociously Than By Refusing To Believe He Is Suffering .

When A Man Mourns For Someone Who Has Played Him False, It Is Not For Love Of Her, But For His Own Humiliation At Not Having Deserved Her Trust.

When A Woman Marries She Belongs To Another Man; And When She Belongs To Another Man There Is Nothing More You Can Say To Her.

All Our "most Sacred Affections " Are Merely Prosaic Habit.