Guy de Maupassant

But when you are once a riding-master all will be over. You might as well be a butler in a house to which all Paris comes to dine. When you have given riding lessons to men of the world or to their sons, they will no longer consider you their equal."

e rushed toward her crying: "How I love you!" He clasped her to his breast.

is a treasure to a man who wishes to succeed

Then they talked of love. Duroy said: "When I love a woman, everything else in the world is forgotten."

Woe to those whom I find in my path. I never pardon."

First of all we will suppose that you are addressing a friend, which will allow us scope for remarks of all kinds. Begin this way: 'My dear Henry, you wish to know something about Algeria; you shall.'"

Norbert de Varenne continued: "You do not understand me now, but later on you will remember what I have told you. We breathe, sleep, drink, eat, work, and then die! The end of life is death. What do you long for? Love? A few kisses and you will be powerless. Money? What for? To gratify your desires. Glory? What comes after it all? Death! Death alone is certain."

e cast himself upon her, seeking her lips with his.

He was enjoying the fact of his promotion, when he received an engraved card which read:
"M. and Mme. Walter request the pleasure of M. Georges Duroy's company at dinner on Thursday, January 20."

whispered: "When can I see you alone to tell you how I love you?"