To kill a relative of whom you are tired is something. But to inherit his property afterwards, that is genuine pleasure.

Virtually all men of action incline to Fatality just as most thinkers incline to Providence.

A woman questions the man who loves exactly as a judge questions a criminal. This being so, a flash of the eye, a mere word, an inflection of the voice or a moment's hesitation suffice to expose the fact, betrayal or crime he is attempting to conceal.

A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.

Thought is the only treasure that God sets outside all power and keeps to serve as a secret link among the unhappy.

The wounds of self-love turn incurable when the oxide of self-love gets into them.

Neither the passions not justice nor politics nor the great social forces ever consider the victims they strike.