A deist is an atheist with an eye cocked for the off-chance of some advantage.

Bankers are lynxes. To expect any gratitude from them is equivalent to attempting to move the wolves of the Ukraine to pity in the middle of winter.

Journalists grow accustomed to seeing evil and they let it pass; they proceed to approve it, and they end by committing it themselves.

The winter's frost must rend the burr of the nut before the fruit is seen. So adversity tempers the human heart, to discover its real worth.

The mind, too, has its regimen. It needs gymnastics, just like the body does.

Ah! What pleasure it must be to a woman to suffer for the one she loves!

Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.