No one ever discovers the depths of his own loneliness.

What does the truth matter? Haven't we mothers all given our sons a taste for lies, lies which from the cradle upwards lull them, reassure them, send them to sleep: lies as soft and warm as a breast!

Hell, madame, is to love no longer.

A thought which does not result in an action is nothing much, and an action which does not proceed from a thought is nothing at all.

What does it matter, all is grace.

Justice in the hands of the powerful is merely a governing system like any other. Why call it justice?

Fear, true fear, is a savage frenzy. Of all the insanities of which we are capable, it is surely the cruelest. There is naught to equal its drive, and naught can survive its thrust.