Book: The lady of the camellias

She smiled at her brother, not knowing in his innocence that far from here some kind of courtesan had sacrificed her happiness at the mere mention of her name.

She lived as a sinner, but to die as a Christian.

Still, you can not always be unhappy.

We must have greatly sinned before we were born or will experience great bliss after death, the Lord God makes us in this life to endure all the agony of the atonement and all the sorrows tests!

Surrounding life and someone else's happiness make you to covet the lives of those who the day before, deep down, in the quiet of the sickroom, wished for death.

Only men have the power not to forgive.

Old people don't have patience, probably because don't realize their fragility.

He becomes very miserable and nasty when affected by some kind of his passion.

When life creates such a relationship as ours, these relationships could not be torn without breaking all the other origin of life.

Oh, the male ego! You manifest in all forms.

Ah, young people, young people! You always sacrifice sincere to doubtful affections affections!

Love and nature always combined the best, and it is quite clear that the best frame for your favorite women - blue sky, the fragrance of flowers, the breeze, the shining solitude of fields and forests.

We do not belong to myself. We cease to be persons and become things. We are the first in their vanity and in their last respect.

We are the children of, we have and desire is fantastic, and love unfathomable. We are given one thing, then another. There are people who ruined it for us and get nothing, others of us get a bouquet of flowers. Our hearts are whims; it is his only entertainment and only justification.