The day will dawn when Europe will believe only in the man who tramples her underfoot.

Passions are no more forgiving than human laws and they reason more justly. Are they not based on a conscience of their own, infallible as an instinct?

The secret of a great success for which you are at a loss to account is a crime that has never been found out, because it was properly executed.

The man whom fate employs to awaken love in the heart of a young girl is often unaware of his work and therefore leaves it uncompleted.

Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.

Love is precisely to the moral nature what the sun is to the earth.

Foppery, being the chronic condition of women, is not so much noticed as it is when it breaks out on the person of the male bird.