Journalism is a giant catapult set in motion by pigmy hatreds.

When chaste people need body or mind to resort to action or thought, they find steel in their muscles or knowledge in their intelligence. Theirs the diabolic vigor or the black magic of will power.

Those who spend too fast never grow rich.

The union of a want and a sentiment.

With every one, the expectation of a misfortune constitutes a dreadful, punishment. Suffering then assumes the proportions of the unknown, which is the soul's infinite.

For young people always begin by loving exaggeration, that infirmity of noble minds.

Passions are no more forgiving than human laws and they reason more justly. Are they not based on a conscience of their own, infallible as an instinct?