At fifteen, neither beauty nor talent exist: a woman is all promise.
A mother who is really a mother is never free.
The privilege of feeling at home everywhere belongs only to kings, wolves and robbers.
Art's greatest efforts are invariably a timid counterfeit of Nature.
Modesty is the conscience of the body.
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.