Equality may be the law, but no human power can install it.

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.

Authentic love always assumes the mystery of modesty, even in its expression, because actions speak louder than words. Unlike a feigned love, it feels no need to set a conflagration.

Whereas scoundrels become reconciled after knifing one another, lovers break up irrevocably over a mere glance or word.

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

Cruelty and fear shake hands together.

A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.