There is something great and terrible about suicide.

All we are is in the soul.

How fondly swindlers coddle their dupes! No mother is as caressing or thoughtful towards her adored child as a merchant in hypocrisy toward his milch-cow.

Journalism is a giant catapult set in motion by pigmy hatreds.

Evasion is unworthy of us, and is always the intimate of equivocation.

In family life people almost always adjust themselves to misfortune. They make a bed of it and hope makes them accept that bed, however hard it is.

A married woman is a slave you must know how to seat upon a throne.