You, stupid one, who believe in laws which punish murder by murder...
... love is too delicate a flower to rise again when one has trampled it under foot.
The most honest of men is the one who thinks and acts best, but the most powerful is the one who writes and speaks best.
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.
The life of great geniuses is nothing but a sublime storm.
The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.