Journalism is a giant catapult set in motion by pigmy hatreds.
We cannot confront solitude without moral resources.
Creole women take after Europe in their intelligence, after the Tropics in the illogical violence of their passions, and after the Indies in the apathetic indolence with which they commit or suffer good and evil.
A man is a poor creature compared to a woman.
Misfortune, no less than happiness, inspires us to dream.
Towns find it as hard as houses of business to rise again from ruin.