Human, all too human.
Every virtue has its privilege: for example, that of contributing its own little bundle of wood to the funeral pyre of one condemned.
What we do is never understood, but always merely praised or blamed.
Curiosity creeps into the houses of the unfortunate and the needy under the name of duty or of pity.
I wish to be at any time hereafter only a yea-sayer!
In revenge and in love, woman is more barbarous than man.