A man who stops at nothing short of the law is very clever indeed!

While seeking out the dead, I see nothing but the living.

The Parisan, sauntering the streets idly, is as often a man in despair as a lounger.

All we are is in the soul.

Yes, I can understand that a man might go to a gambling table when he sees that all that lies between him and death is his last crown.

The day will dawn when Europe will believe only in the man who tramples her underfoot.

The more one judges, the less one loves.