To Speak Of Love Is To Make

In France Everything Is A Matter For Jest. People Make Quips About The Scaffold, About Napoleon's Defeat On The Banks Of The Beresina, And About The Barricades Of Our Revolutions. So, At The Assizes Of The Last Judgment, There Will Always Be A Frenchmen To Crack A Joke.

Women See Everything Or Nothing According To The Inclination Of Their Hearts. Love Is Their Sole Light.

Our Most Natural Feelings Are Those We Are Loath To Confess, And Fatuity Is Among Them.

When Passion Is Not Fed, It Changes To Need. At This Juncture, Marriage Becomes A Fixed Idea In The Mind Of The Bourgeois, Being The Only Means Whereby He Can Win A Woman And Appropriate Her To His Uses.

Love Or Hatred Must Constantly Increase Between Two Persons Who Are Always Together; Every Moment Fresh Reasons Are Found For Loving Or Hating Better.