Up to forty a woman has only forty springs in her heart. After that age she has only forty winters. — Arsene Houssaye Copy Share Image
Women of forty always fancy they have found the Fountain of Youth, and that they remain young in the midst of the ruins of their day. — Arsene Houssaye Copy Share Image
Happiness is always the inaccessible castle which sinks in ruin when we set foot on it. — Arsene Houssaye Copy Share Image
The heart is always young only in the recollection of those whom it has loved in youth. — Arsene Houssaye Copy Share Image
The graves of those we have loved and lost distress and console as. — Arsene Houssaye Copy Share Image
Hope is the virgin of the ideal world, who opens beaten to as in the midst of every tempest. — Arsene Houssaye Copy Share Image
There are two persons in the world we never see as they are, one's self and one's other self. — Arsene Houssaye Copy Share Image
Imagination, whatever may be said to the contrary, will always hold a place in history, as truth does in romance. Has not romance been… — Arsene Houssaye Copy Share Image
Whoever embarks with women embarks with a storm; but they are themselves the safety boats. — Arsene Houssaye Copy Share Image
Up to forty a woman has only forty springs in her heart. After that age she has only forty winters. — Arsene Houssaye Copy Share Image
Genius has its fatality. Must we not see in its works a manifestation of the will of Providence? — Arsene Houssaye Copy Share Image
Have you not sometimes seen happiness? Yes, the happiness of others. — Arsene Houssaye Copy Share Image
