Imagination is but another name for super intelligence.

For myself, I always assume that a lion is ferocious, and so I am never caught off my guard.

It is a characteristic of the weak and criminal to attribute to others the misfortunes that are the result of their own wickedness.

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 loathed poverty and I would have liked to put my hands on the party who said that poverty is an honorable estate. It is an indication of inefficiency and nothing more. There is nothing honorable or fine about it.

Fortunate indeed are those in which there is combined a little good and a little bad, a little knowledge of many things outside their own callings, a capacity for love and a capacity for hate, for such as these can look with tolerance upon all, unbiased by the egotism of him whose head is so heavy on one side that all his brains run to that point.

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