Yes, I can understand that a man might go to a gambling table when he sees that all that lies between him and death is his last crown.
First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.
Mud, raised by hurricanes, wells up in the noblest and purest of hearts.
Like evil, sublimity is also contagious.
All we are is in the soul.
The man whom fate employs to awaken love in the heart of a young girl is often unaware of his work and therefore leaves it uncompleted.