Economized love is never real love.
A woman, even a prude, is not long at a loss, however dire her plight. She would seen always to have in hand the fig leaf our Mother Eve bequeathed to her.
For a sick man the world begins at his pillow and ends at the foot of his bed.
Some day you will find out that there is far more happiness in another's happiness than in your own.
A great writer is nothing less than a martyr who does not die.
When attempted self-destruction does not cure a man of life, it cures him of voluntary death.