Sensuality is the death of the soul.
For a sick man the world begins at his pillow and ends at the foot of his bed.
Life cannot go on without much forgetting.
To say to a rich man: You are poor! is to tell the Archbishop of Granada that his sermons are worthless.
Behind every fortune there is a crime.
Whereas scoundrels become reconciled after knifing one another, lovers break up irrevocably over a mere glance or word.