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
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
Women of forty always fancy they have found the Fountain of Youth, and that they remain young in the midst of the ruins of… — Arsene Houssaye Copy Share Image
