Power does not consist in striking with force or with frequency, but in striking true.
Love is a game in which one always cheats.
Society is no more indulgent than was the God of Genesis.
The happier a man, the more apt he is to tremble. In hearts exclusively tender, anxiety and jealousy are in exact proportion to happiness.
Sometimes at the best moments a single word or a look is enough.'
There are no little events with the heart. It magnifies everything; it places in the same scales the fall of an empire of fourteen years and the dropping of a woman's glove, and almost always the glove weighs more than the empire.