Poetry is indeed one of the pleasures of life, but it is not life itself." "Papa, that is a suit still pending before the Court of Facts; the struggle is forever going on between our hearts and the claims of family." "Alas for the child that finds her happiness in resisting them," said the colonel, gravely.

"In 1813 I saw one of my comrades, the Marquis d'Aiglemont, marry his cousin against the wishes of her father, and the pair have since paid dear for the obstinacy which the young girl took for love.

The family must be sovereign in marriage." "My poet has told me all that," she answered.

"He played Orgon for some time; and he was brave enough to disparage the personal lives of poets." "I have read your letters," said Charles Mignon, with the flicker of a malicious smile on his lips that made Modeste very uneasy, "and I ought to remark that your last epistle was scarcely permissible in any woman, even a Julie d'Etanges.

Good God! what harm novels do!" "We should live them, my dear father, whether people wrote them or not; I think it is better to read them.