Immodest creature, you do not want a woman who will accept your faults, you want the one who pretends you are faultless – one who will caress the han… - George Sand

s'il est des douleurs qui ne se trahissent jamais et qui enveloppent l'âme comme un linceul, il est aussi des joies qui restent ensevelies dans le coeur de l'homme parce qu'une voix de la terre ne saurait les dire. D'ailleurs,

I don't know why, but any thought of the future upsets me intolerably. So I had to turn and look back at certain aspects of the past, and only then did I recover my calm. I thought of our friendship and was overcome by guilt at having allowed so much bitterness to invade my wretched heart. I recalled the joys and sorrows we had shared. Both are so dear to me that I began to sob like a woman when I remembered them.

Nothing is so easy as to deceive one’s self when one does not lack wit and is familiar with all the niceties of language. Language is a prostitute queen who descends and rises to all roles. Disguises herself, arrays herself in fine apparel, hides her head and effaces herself; an advocate who has an answer for everything, who has always foreseen everything, and who assumes a thousand forms in order to be right. The most honorable of men is he who thinks best and acts best, but the most powerful is he who is best able to talk and write