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.

Authentic love always assumes the mystery of modesty, even in its expression, because actions speak louder than words. Unlike a feigned love, it feels no need to set a conflagration.

But does not happiness come from the soul within?

While seeking out the dead, I see nothing but the living.

Such is life. It is no cleaner than a kitchen; it reeks like a kitchen; and if you mean to cook your dinner, you must expect to soil your hands; the real art is in getting them clean again, and therein lies the whole morality of our epoch.

Materialism and spirituality are two pretty racquets with which charlatans in cap and gown make the same ball fly.

Noble passions are like vices: the more they are satisfied, the greater they grow, Mothers and gamblers are insatiable.