Thanks To The Toleration Preached By The

Our Most Natural Feelings Are Those We Are Loath To Confess, And Fatuity Is Among Them.

We Flew Back Home Like Swallows. 'is It Happiness That Makes Us So Light?' Agathe Asked.

Religious Ecstasy Is A Madness Of Thought Freed Of Its Bodily Bonds, Whereas In The Ecstasy Of Love, The Forces Of Twin Natures Unite, Blend And Embrace One Another.

A Sacrament By Virtue Of Which Each Imparts Nothing But Vexations To The Other.

As A Rule, Only The Poor Are Generous. Rich People Can Always Find Excellent Reasons For Not Handing Over Twenty Thousand Francs To A Relative.