Many men are deeply moved by the mere semblance of suffering in a woman; they take the look of pain for a sign of constancy or of love.
Love endows us with a sort of personal religion; we respect another live within ourselves.
Conscience is our unerring judge until we finally stifle it.
A man who stops at nothing short of the law is very clever indeed!
Time is the only capital of those who just have their inteligence as fortune.
Misfortune makes of certain souls a vast desert through which rings the voice of God.