Too great a display of delicacy can and does sometimes infringe upon de-cency.

A flow of words is a sure sign of duplicity.

The day will dawn when Europe will believe only in the man who tramples her underfoot.

To man, faith; to woman, doubt. She bears the heavier burden. Does not woman invariably suffer for two?

Intuition, like the rays of the sun, acts only in an inflexibly straight line; it can guess right only on condition of never diverting its gaze; the freaks of chance disturb it.

How sternly we reproach virtue for its failings, how indulgent we are to the better qualities of vice!

We are never either so wretched or so happy as we say we are.