Pity is woman's sweetest charm.

The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.

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.

Like hunger, physical love is a necessity. But man's appetite for amour is never so regular or so sustained as his appetite for the delights of the table.

One of the most detestable habits of Lilliputian minds is to find their own littleness in others.

Power does not consist in striking with force or with frequency, but in striking true.

To lese-majeste and contempt of court, we must add the crime of lese-million, that fearful indignity we visit on the rich when we expose the impotence of gold.