The greatest tyranny is to love I where we are not loved again.

Events are never absolute, their outcome depends entirely upon the individual. Misfortune is a stepping stone for a genius, a piscina for a Christian, a treasure for a man of parts, and an abyss for a weakling.

How sternly we reproach virtue for its failings, how indulgent we are to the better qualities of vice!

Several sorts of memory exist in us; body and mind each possesses one peculiar to itself. Nostalgia, for instance, is a malady of the physical memory.

A monster which devours everything - that is familiarity.

Prostitution and robbery are two living protests, respectively female and male, made by the natural state against the social state.

When an intelligent man reaches the point of inviting self-explanation and offers surrendering the key to his heart, he is assuredly riding a drunken horse.