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.

Intuition, like the rays of the sun, acts only in an inflexibly straight line; it can guess right only on condition of never diverting its gaze; the freaks of chance disturb it.

Women see everything or nothing according to the inclination of their hearts. Love is their sole light.

A woman must be a genius to create a good husband.

Perhaps it is only human nature to inflict suffering on anything that will endure suffering, whether by reason of its genuine humility, or indifference, or sheer helplessness.

Hope is a memory that desires, the memory is a memory that has enjoyed.

Mud, raised by hurricanes, wells up in the noblest and purest of hearts.