An action proves nothing.

It is the mass of actions, their weight, their sum total, which makes the value of the human being." "Some of our actions," said Madame Martin, "have our look, our face: they are our daughters.

Others do not resemble us at all." She rose and took the General's arm.
On the way to the drawing-room the Princess said: "Therese is right.

Some actions do not express our real selves at all.
They are like the things we do in nightmares." The nymphs of the tapestries smiled vainly in their faded beauty at the guests, who did not see them.
Madame Martin served the coffee with her young cousin, Madame Belleme de Saint-Nom.

She complimented Paul Vence on what he had said at the table.
"You talked of Napoleon with a freedom of mind that is rare in the conversations I hear.