I love him who is ashamed when the dice fall in his favour, and who then asketh: "Am I a dishonest player?" - for he is willing to succumb.

Man is more sensitive to the contempt that others feel towards him than to the contempt that he feels towards himself.

Many deeds are done so as to forget another deed: there are also opiate activities. I exist so that another will be forgotten.

When self control is lacking in small things, the ability to apply it to matters of importance withers away. Every day in which one does not at least deny himself some trifle is badly spent and a threat to the day following.

Moral contempt is a far greater indignity and insult than any kind of crime.

Everything about woman is a riddle, and everything about woman has a single solution: that is, pregnancy

Those who create are hard of heart.