Materialism and spirituality are two pretty racquets with which charlatans in cap and gown make the same ball fly.

Genuine sorrows are very tranquil in appearance in the deep bed they have dug for themselves. But, seeming to slumber, they corrode the soul like that frightful acid which penetrates crystal.

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

There is no such thing as a great talent without great will power.

No hawk swooping down upon his prey, no stag improvising new detours by which to trick the huntsman, no dog scenting game from afar is comparable in speed to the celerity of a salesman when he gets wind a deal, to his skill in tripping up or forestalling a rival, and to the art with which he sniffs out and discovers a possible sale.

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

Neither the passions not justice nor politics nor the great social forces ever consider the victims they strike.