And in his eyes she read a love such as she had never known.
Happiness is a monstrosity! Punished are those who seek it.
He had carefully avoided her out of the natural cowardice that characterizes the stronger sex.
He saw no reason why there should be all this to-do about so simple a thing as love-making.
Axiom: hatred of the bourgeois is the beginning of wisdom. But I include in the word bourgeois, the bourgeois in blouses as well the bourgeois in coats. It is we and we alone, that is to say the literary men, who are the people, or to say it better: the tradition of humanity.
I love good sense above all, perhaps because I have none.
I well understand your doing this, said the notary. A man of science can't be expected to burden himself with the practical details of existence. Charles felt soothed by these oily words: they flattered his weakness, making it look like preoccupation with lofty things.
Sometimes, in a daze, they completely dismantled the cadaver, then found themselves hard put to it to fit the pieces together again.
And the more he was irritated by her basic personality, the more he was drawn to her by a harsh, bestial sensuality, illusions of a moment, which ended in hate.
He wasn't lying. If he had had it he would probably have given it to her, unpleasant though it usually is to make such generous gifts: of all the icy blasts that blow on love, a request for money is the most chilling and havoc-wreaking.
Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live.
Of all the icy blasts that blow on love, a request for money is the most chilling.
But that which fanaticism formerly promised to the elect, science now accomplishes for all men.
You need a high degree of corruption or a very big heart to love absolutely everything
The smooth folds of her dress concealed a tumultuous heart, and her modest lips told nothing of her torment. She was in love.
Be steady and well-ordered in your life so that you can be fierce and original in your work.
To be stupid, selfish, and have good health are three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, all is lost.
My kingdom is as wide as the universe and my wants have no limits. I go forward always, freeing spirits and weighing worlds, without fear, without compassion, without love, without God. I am called Science.
She (Madame Bovary) had that indefinable beauty that comes from happiness, enthusiasm, success - a beauty that is nothing more or less than a harmony of temperament and circumstances
The better a work is, the more it attracts criticism it is like the fleas who rush to jump on white linens.
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