The heart of the jealous knows the best and most satisfying love, that of the other's bed, where the rival perfects the lover's imperfections.

We are beginning to wonder whether a servant girl hasn't the best of it after all. She knows how the salad tastes without the dressing, and she knows how life's lived before it gets to the parlor door.

One cup poured into another makes different waters; tears shed by one eye would blind if wept into another's eye. The breast we strike in joy is not the breast we strike in pain; any man's smile would be consternation on another's mouth.

The truth is how you say it, and to be 'one's self' is the most shocking custom of all.

Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.

Life, the permission to know death.

Man is the only thing that has no further use after something goes amiss.