Occupation: Novelist Birth: May 20, 1799 Death: August 18, 1850
France is a country that loves to change their government if it is always the same..
And he, like many jaded people, had few pleasures left in life save good food and drink..
Happiness lends poetic charms to woman, and dress adorns her like a delicate tinge of rouge..
When law becomes despotic, morals are relaxed, and vice versa..
Poetry is only born after painful journeys into the vast regions of thought..
A woman's sentimental monkeyshines will always deceive her lover, who invariably waxes ecstatic where her husband necessarily shrugs his shoulders..
All happiness depends on courage and work..
Despotism accomplishes great things illegally; liberty doesn't even go to the trouble of accomplishing small things legally..
Nature knows nothing but solid bodies; your science deals only with combinations of surfaces. And so nature constantly gives the lie to all your laws….
Temperament is the thermometer of character..
Nothing can afford a woman greater pleasure than to hear tender words of love. The strictest, most devout woman will listen even if she must not answ….
Marriage must fight constantly against a monster which devours everything: routine..
Generally our confidences move downward rather than upward; in our secret affairs, we employ our inferiors much more than our bettors..
Marriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity..
This surface good-nature which captivates a new acquaintance and is no bar to treachery, which knows no scruple and is never at fault for an excuse, ….
There is something great and terrible about suicide..
Many men nourish a pride which urges them to conceal their struggles and show themselves only as conquerors..
A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories..
Nature makes only dumb animals. We owe the fools to society..
Possibly the words materialism and spirituality express two sides of one and the same fact..
Love is the poetry of the senses..