One says the things which one feels the need to say, and which the other will not understand: one speaks for oneself alone.
To me a new book was not one of a number of similar objects, but was like an individual man, unmatched, and with no cause of existence beyond himself.
It is in moments of illness that we are compelled to recognize that we live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom, whole worlds apart, who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body.
It was impossible for me to determine whether she approved or condemned the vagrancy of her eyes in the careless detachment of her heart.
How often is not the prospect of future happiness thus sacrificed to one's impatient insistence upon an immediate gratification.
The humanist, who read too much, ate too much. He quoted and burped, and these two complaints were equally repugnant to his neighbor, a self-made aristocrat, Madame Lenoir.