Women are always true, even in the midst of their greatest falsities, because they are always influenced by some natural feeling.

Many of us marvel at the icy insensitivity with which women snuff out their armours. But if they did not blot out the past in this manner, life for them would lose all dignity and they could never resist the fatal familiarities to which they once submitted.

Law is a silvery web that lets the big flies pass and catches all the small ones.

Virtually all men of action incline to Fatality just as most thinkers incline to Providence.

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?

To speak of love is to make love.

Pity is woman's sweetest charm.