Possibly the words materialism and spirituality express two sides of one and the same fact.
Prostitution and robbery are two living protests, respectively female and male, made by the natural state against the social state.
There are two kinds of poets: those who feel and those who express themselves. The former are happier.
Alas, two men are often necessary to provide a woman with a perfect lover, just as in literature a writer composes a type only by employing the singularities of several similar characters.
What is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended?
Love or hatred must constantly increase between two persons who are always together; every moment fresh reasons are found for loving or hating better.
One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.
Materialism and spirituality are two pretty racquets with which charlatans in cap and gown make the same ball fly.
Though your vulgarian does not readily admit that feelings can change overnight, certainly two lovers often part far more abruptly than they came together.
Music is of two kinds: one petty, poor, second-rate, never varying, its base the hundred or so phrasings which all musicians understand, a babbling which is more or less pleasant, the life that most composers live.
Like most young people, these two attributed to the world their own intelligence and virtues. Youth who knows no failure has no mercy on the faults of other people; but it has also a sublime faith in them.
To man, faith; to woman, doubt. She bears the heavier burden. Does not woman invariably suffer for two?
Stupidity assumes two forms, it speaks or is silent. Mute stupidity is bearable.
Love, according to our contemporary poets, is a privilege which two beings confer upon one another, whereby they may mutually cause one another much sorrow over absolutely nothing.