A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world.

I believe, Messieurs, in loyalty---to one's friends and one's family and one's caste.

He was very much a man of moods, possibly owing to what is styled the artistic temperment. I have never seen, myself, why the possession of artistic ability should be supposed to excuse a man from a decent exercise of self-control.

The truth often does sound unconvincing.

I'm afraid of death... Yes, but that doesn't stop death coming.

Fey...a Scotch word...It means the kind of exalted happiness that comes before disaster. You know--it's too good to be true.

I have often had occasion to notice how, where a direct question would fail to elicit a response, a false assumption brings instant information in the form of a contradiction.