It is only the dead who do not return.
Weโll go where the air is pure, where all sounds are soothing, where, no matter how proud one may be, one feels humble and finds oneself small- in short, weโll go to the sea. I love the sea as one loves a mistress and I long for her when I havenโt seen her for some time
Your bitter memories still have time to turn into sweet ones.
Ah, lips that say one thing, while the heart thinks another.
Life is very tenacious in these lawyers.
To save a man and thereby to spare a father's agony and a mother's feelings is not to do a noble deed, it is but an act of humanity.