Physically, A Man Is A Man For

Marriage Must Incessantly Contend With A Monster That Devours Everything: Familiarity.

Le Bonheur Engloutit Nos Forces, Comme Le Malheur E Teint Nos Vertus. Happiness Engulfs Our Strength, Just As Misfortune Extinguishes Our Virtues.

Many Of Us Marvel At The Icy Insensitivity With Which Women Snuff Out Their Armours. But If They Did Not Blot Out The Past In This Manner, Life For Them Would Lose All Dignity And They Could Never Resist The Fatal Familiarities To Which They Once Submitted.

Misfortune Makes Of Certain Souls A Vast Desert Through Which Rings The Voice Of God.

Tradesmen Regard An Author With A Mixed Feeling Of Terror, Compassion And Curiosity.