Flirting is the sin of the virtuous and the virtue of the sinful.
It is vain to try to sacrifice once for all one'syouthful ideals.
Even after making up one's mind to the sacrifices Ihad decided upon, there is always left a trace of envyfor those who have triumphed in the melancholystruggle for literary supremacy
At certain moments, words are nothing; it is thetone in which they are uttered.
Have the courage to analyze great emotions to create characters who shall be lofty and true. The whole art of the analytical novel lies there.
One must live the way one thinks or end up thinking the way one has lived.
I have retired to Nemours to work upon a novel called The Age for Love, and it is on this subject that I wished to consult you, my dear master.
There is an intelligent man, who never questions his ideas, said Dorsenne to himself, when the Marquis had left him. He is like the Socialists. What vigor of mind in that old wornout machine!
The forests have taught man liberty.
It is vain to try to sacrifice once for all one's youthful ideals. When a man has loved literature as I loved it at twenty, he cannot be satisfied at twenty-six to give up his early passion, even at the bidding of implacable necessity.
There is only one thing infamous in love, and that is a falsehood.
The story he told me was per sfogarsi, as Bayle loved to say; his idea was that I would not discover the real hero. I shall always believe that it was his own story under another name, and I love to believe it because it was so exactly his way of looking at things...
There is iconoclasm in the excessively intellectual, and they delight in destroying their dearest moral or sentimental idols, the better to prove their strength.