Chance, my dear, is the sovereign deity in child-bearing.

A great writer is nothing less than a martyr who does not die.

How can we explain the perpetuity of envy--a vice which yields no return?

Woman is closer to angels than man because she knows how to mingle an infinite tenderness with the most absolute compassion.

We love because we love.

Life in clubs is no paltry sign of the times we live in. Here gentlemen gamble with others whom they would not dream of inviting to their homes.

He hesitated till the last moment, but finally dropped them in the box, saying, "I shall win!"--the cry of a gambler, the cry of the great general, the compulsive cry that has ruined more men than it has ever saved.