Men are such dupes by choice, that he who would impose upon others never need be at a loss to find ready victims.
A lover teaches a wife all her husband has kept from her.
What is art? Nature concentrated.
Remorse is impotent; it will repeat its faults. Repentance only is a true force; it puts an end to everything.
To have fame follow us is well, but it is not a desirable avant-courier.
Love is a religion, and its rituals cost more than those of other religions. It goes by quickly and, like a street urchin, it likes to mark its passage by a trail of devastation.