Book: Rivals

Oh ladies, I'm the author heard
What is he looking for morality for the finale.
"The moral is clear,' cried he,
Depends the happiness of all men from us!
Because each drama - moral or not
Passion keeps the stage, the women - plot.
Everything in the world is the power of our subject
Universe scene will confirm this".

... hope draws us enticing pictures of future joys, but she is wary of too bright colors, so there is no disappointment. When the heart, worthy of happiness, connect the destiny, the crowning virtue of their never-fading wreath of humble, innocent flowers; and only the foolish passion interweaves this lush wreath of the rose, the thorns of which prick painfully when flies her petals!

Woman as you need discretion, if your heart is so weak!

Captain, come here! How could you excite us? Lydia almost died from fear for you.
- Fear that I would be killed or that I will survive?

Women should never be the first to ask for reconciliation. It has to come from us. They should keep the coldness, until they beg grace and forgiveness, like love, should not be conquered without a fight.

What does that mean? Does Lydia change her feelings? And I thought that now her inclination and duty will be directed to one and the same.
- Yes! As eye kosinki. While the eyes of her love was directed at me, her eyes charming the debt looked to the side, but when the eyes of the debt was forced to look at me, the eyes of love describe the range and angrily turned away.

Our fight is very elegant: we only spoil it if I start to explain.

Let your courage will be like your sword - the deadly, but highly polished.

Nobody thinks that for ladies it is important to have some knowledge. Men appreciate only the worthless flower of beauty.

This is how her modesty... ugh!.. is the quality in men women are praised, but not love.

- But, sir, it is quite strange. I can promise to love someone I never seen?
- Even more strange, sir, to argue against someone you've never seen.

Now you seem unhappy that your fiancée was not sick?
- No, you don't understand me. But a slight illness thing is quite natural, when we separated from those we love. He must agree, there is something stale in the enduring, robust, unfeeling health.
Of course if you can be so callous in your absence to stay healthy!

When sensitive and tender hearts have to suffer in separation, the slightest change in the weather, a cloud, barely perceptible breeze - everything seems to be in love is dangerous.

... lies is out on his feet, if it is not properly chocked. When I happens to borrow from my imagination a good lie, I always fabricate not only the bill but also the surety.