All roads end at the grave, which is the gate to nothingness.

Financiers live in a world of illusion. They count on something which they call the capital of the country, which has no existence.

Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.

You propound a complicated arithmetical problem: say cubing a number containing four digits. Give me a slate and half an hour's time, and I can produce a wrong answer.

The roulette table pays nobody except him that keeps it. Nevertheless a passion for gaming is common, though a passion for keeping roulette tables is unknown.

It is assumed that the woman must wait, motionless, until she is wooed. That is how the spider waits for the fly.

But a mother is like a broomstick or like the sun in the heavens, it does not matter which as far as one's knowledge of her is concerned: the broomstick is there and the sun is there; and whether the child is beaten by it or warmed and enlightened by it, it accepts it as a fact in nature, and does not conceive it as having had youth, passions, and weaknesses, or as still growing, yearning, suffering, and learning.