A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man.

Mr Lorry asks the witness questions: Ever been kicked? Might have been. Frequently? No. Ever kicked down stairs? Decidedly not; once received a kick at the top of a staircase, and fell down stairs of his own accord.

A contented spirit is the sweetness of existence.

Why am I always at war with myself? Why have I told, as if upon compulsion, what I knew all along I ought to have withheld? Why am I making a friend of this woman beside me, in spite of the whispers against her that I hear in my heart?

... Treachery don't come natural to beaming youth; but trust and pity, love and constancy,-they do, thank God!

The more man knows of man, the better for the common brotherhood among men.

Liberty, equality, fraternity, or death; - the last, much the easiest to bestow, O Guillotine!