The ideal of an urchin of twenty when he marries, is to resemble M. Royer-Collard. And do you know what one arrives at with that majesty? at being petty.
Learn this: joy is not only joyous; it is great.
But be in love gayly then, what the deuce! marry, when you marry, with fever and giddiness, and tumult, and the uproar of happiness!
Be grave in church, well and good.
But, as soon as the mass is finished, sarpejou! you must make a dream whirl around the bride.
A marriage should be royal and chimerical; it should promenade its ceremony from the cathedral of Rheims to the pagoda of Chanteloup.
I have a horror of a paltry wedding.
Ventregoulette! be in Olympus for that one day, at least.
Be one of the gods.
Ah! people might be sylphs. Games and Laughter, argiraspides; they are stupids.
My friends, every recently made bridegroom ought to be Prince Aldobrandini. Profit by that unique minute in life to soar away to the empyrean with the swans and the eagles, even if you do have to fall back on the morrow into the bourgeoisie of the frogs.
Don''t economize on the nuptials, do not prune them of their splendors; don''t scrimp on the day when you beam.
The wedding is not the housekeeping. Oh! if I were to carry out my fancy, it would be gallant, violins would be heard under the trees.◆思◆兔◆在◆線◆閱◆讀◆