Look into any man's heart you please, and you will always find, in every one, at least one black spot which he has to keep concealed.

Do you know what we are those of us who count as pillars of society? We are society's tools, neither more nor less.

Oh, life would be all right if we didn't have to put up with these damned creditors who keep pestering us with the demands of their ideals.

It's such sport with these heroes of finance: they are like beads on a string — when one slips off, all the rest follow.

Poetry is to hold judgment on your soul.

The spectacles of experience; through them you will see more clearly a second time.

Your home is regarded as a model home, your life as a model life. But all this splendor, and you along with it... it's just as though it were built upon a shifting quagmire. A moment may come, a word can be spoken, and both you and all this splendor will collapse.