To learn from our enemies is the best pathway to loving them: for it makes us grateful to them.

Man is not equally moral at all hours, this is well known. If his morality is judged to be the capability for great self-sacrificing resolutions and self-denial (which, when continuous and grown habitual, are called holiness)

Man does not strive for happiness; only the Englishman does that.

There are slavish souls who carry their appreciation for favors done them so far that they strangle themselves with the rope of gratitude.

Sensuality often makes love grow too quickly, so that the root remains weak and is easy to pull out.

No, life has not disappointed me. On the contrary, I find it truer, more desirable and mysterious every year -- ever since the day when the great liberator came to me: the idea that life could be an experiment of the seeker for knowledge -- and not a duty, not a calamity, not trickery.

Woman is essentially unpeaceful, like the cat, however well she may have trained herself to present an appearance of peace.