I loved her. I still love her, though I curse her in my sleep, so nearly one are love and hate, the two most powerful and devasting emotions that control man, nations, life.

I write to escape ... to escape poverty.

I loved her. I still love her, though I curse her in my sleep, so nearly one are love and hate, the two most powerful and devasting emotions that control man, nations, life.

Even theories must have foundations.

The more one listens to ordinary conversations the more apparent it becomes that the reasoning faculties of the brain take little part in the direction of the vocal organs.

It never seems to occur to some people, that, like beauty, a sense of humor may sometimes be fatal.

Even brave men, and D'Arnot was a brave man, are sometimes frightened by solitude.