Conscience is a cudgel which all men pick up in order to thwack their neighbors instead of applying it to their own shoulders.

He hesitated till the last moment, but finally dropped them in the box, saying, "I shall win!"--the cry of a gambler, the cry of the great general, the compulsive cry that has ruined more men than it has ever saved.

When women love, they forgive everything...

Women are always true, even in the midst of their greatest falsities, because they are always influenced by some natural feeling.

If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye.

Economized love is never real love.

Hope is a memory that desires, the memory is a memory that has enjoyed.