Where there is no longer love, there is no longer anything.

... the progress of the language has caused us to lose many old treasures. It is thus with all progress, and one must make the best of it.

Life is a slate where all our sins are written; from time to time we rub the sponge of repentance over it so we can begin sinning again.

If people were not wicked I should not mind their being stupid; but, to our misfortune, they are both.

I regard as a mortal sin not only the lying of the senses in matters of love, but also the illusion which the senses seek to create where love is only partial. I say, I believe, that one must love with all of one's being, or else live, come what may, a life of complete chastity.

All your trouble comes from lack of exercise. A man of your strength and constitution ought always to have kept physically active. So don't jibe at the very wise advice that sentences you to one hour's walk a day. You imagine the work of the mind takes place only in the brain; but you're much mistaken. It takes place in the legs as well.

Charity degrades those who receive it and hardens those who dispense it.