It is a singular fact that most men of action incline to the theory of fatalism, while the greater part of men of thought believe in providence.

A man is a poor creature compared to a woman.

When an intelligent man reaches the point of inviting self-explanation and offers surrendering the key to his heart, he is assuredly riding a drunken horse.

How sternly we reproach virtue for its failings, how indulgent we are to the better qualities of vice!

Suffering predisposes the mind to devoutness; and most young girls, prompted by instinctive tenderness, lean towards mysticism, the obscurer side of religion.

I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.

Courtesy is only a thin veneer on the general selfishness.