Love endows us with a sort of personal religion; we respect another live within ourselves.
There is neither vice nor virtue, there are only circumstances.
Necessity is often the spur to genius.
The secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, forgotten because it was properly done.
Virtue in women is perhaps a question of temperament.
The prodigality of millionaires is comparable only to their greed of gain. Let some whim or passion seize them and money is of no account. In fact these Croesuses find whims and passions harder to come by than gold.