True Love Is Eternal, Infinite, And Always

One Day, About The Middle Of July 1838, One Of The Carriages, Lately Introduced To Paris Cabstands, And Known As Milords, Was Driving Down The Rue De L'universite, Conveying A Stout Man Of Middle Height In The Uniform Of A Captain Of The National Guard.

Everybody All Over The World Takes A Wife's Estimate Into Account In Forming An Opinion Of A Man.

Love Is The Most Melodious Of All Harmonies.

The Habits Of Every Animal Are, At Least In The Eyes Of Man, Constantly Similar In All Ages. But The Habits, The Clothes, The Words And The Dwelling Of A Prince, A Banker, An Artist, A Bourgeois, A Priest And A Pauper, Are Wholly Dissimilar And Change At The Will Of Civilizations.

The Habits Of Life Form The Soul, And The Soul Forms The Physical Presence.