No lady is ever a gentleman.

There is not any memory with less satisfaction than the memory of some temptation we resisted.

I have followed after the truth, across this windy planet upon which every person is nourished by one or another lie.

As it is, plain reasoning assures me I am not indispensable to the universe: but with this reasoning, somehow, does not travel my belief.

The desire to write perfectly of beautiful happenings is, as the saying runs, old as the hills — and as immortal.

In what else, pray, does man differ from the other animals except in that he is used by words?

Good and evil keep very exact accounts... and the face of every man is their ledger.