Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles.

Death is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain; but death is truer – Death has never forsaken any man

The greater a man's talents, the more marked his idiosyncracies. Yet in the provinces originality is considered perilously close to lunacy.

We do not attach ourselves lastingly to anything that has not cost us care, labor or longing.

Sensuality is the death of the soul.

The errors of women spring, almost always, from their faith in the good, or their confidence in the true

It is a singular fact that most men of action incline to the theory of fatalism, while the greater part of men of thought believe in providence.