Plenty of things in life are superlatively uninteresting; so that it is one-half of art to select from realities those which contain the possibility of poetry.

A husband and wife found themselves in love with each other for the first time after twenty-seven years of marriage.

The duchess turned on Eugène with one of those insolent stares that envelop a man from head to foot, flatten him out, and leave him at zero.

Here is a perfect poem; to awaken a longing, to nourish it, to develop it, to increase it, to stimulate it – and to gratify it.

Where poverty ceases, avarice begins.

A mother who is really a mother is never free.

For a father it is hell to be without your children.