The More One Judges, The Less One

Love Or Hatred Must Constantly Increase Between Two Persons Who Are Always Together; Every Moment Fresh Reasons Are Found For Loving Or Hating Better.

Such Is Life. It Is No Cleaner Than A Kitchen; It Reeks Like A Kitchen; And If You Mean To Cook Your Dinner, You Must Expect To Soil Your Hands; The Real Art Is In Getting Them Clean Again, And Therein Lies The Whole Morality Of Our Epoch.

How Sternly We Reproach Virtue For Its Failings, How Indulgent We Are To The Better Qualities Of Vice!

Constancy Will Always Be The Genius Of Love, The Indication Of That Strength Which Constitutes The Poet. A Man Should Possess All Women In His Wife, Like Those Squalid Poetasters Of The Seventeenth Century Who Made Fair Irises And Dazzling Chloes Of Their Lowly Manons.

The More Illegal A Profit, The More Tenaciously A Man Clings To It.