We do not attach ourselves lastingly to anything that has not cost us care, labor or longing.

Some day you will find out that there is far more happiness in another's happiness than in your own.

Our souls possess the unknown power of extending as well as contracting space.

Hope is a light diet, but very stimulating.

In Paris, the greatest expression of personal satisfaction known to man is the smirk on the face of a male, highly pleased with himself as he leaves the boudoir of a lady.

In all lands, sailors form a race apart. They profess a congenital contempt for landlubbers. As for the tradesman, he understands nothing of sailors nor cares a fig about them. He is content to rob them if he can.

Sometimes at the best moments a single word or a look is enough.'