In a world of hunchbacks, a fine figure becomes a monstrosity.
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?
At fifteen, neither beauty nor talent exist: a woman is all promise.
To be happy, a man must love his wife as she chooses to be loved.
Journalism is a giant catapult set in motion by pigmy hatreds.
What moralist can deny that well-bred and vicious people are much more agreeable than their virtuous counterparts? Having crimes to atone for, they provisionally solicit indulgence by showing leniency toward the defects of their judges. Thus they pass for excellent folk.