Coffee falls into the stomach... ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop... the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink...

A careful observation of Nature will disclose pleasantries of superb irony. She has for instance placed toads close to flowers.

A man is a poor creature compared to a woman.

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

Envy lurks at the bottom of the human heart like a viper in its hole.

The causes that govern the heart appear to be wholly alien to the results achieved. Are the forces that moved a desperate criminal the same that fill a martyr with pride, as both mount the scaffold?

The more illegal a profit, the more tenaciously a man clings to it.