The endless legacy of the past to the present is the secret source of human genius.

There is neither vice nor virtue, there are only circumstances.

Women themselves are so happy, and so beautiful, when they're strong, that they naturally choose powerful men, even if that power's so enermous there's a real risk it could shatter them.

Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.

Time is the only capital of those who just have their inteligence as fortune.

Men are perfectly willing to abandon a woman but they refuse to be abandoned by her.

There are two kinds of poets: those who feel and those who express themselves. The former are happier.