Nothing is unimportant to a man plunged in despair. He is as credulous as a criminal sentenced to death who listens to a lunatic raving to him about how he can escape through the keyhole.

The passion of love is essentially selfish, while motherhood widens the circle of our feelings.

Most geometricians, chemists, mathematicians, and great scientists submit religion to reason only to discover a problem as unsolvable as that of squaring a circle.

Nature makes only dumb animals. We owe the fools to society.

Doubt follows white-winged hope with trembling steps.

Self-interest is an ineffable feeling which shall follow us into God's very presence since they say there is a hierarchy even among the Holy Saints.

In the first woman we love, we love everything. Growing older, we love the woman only.