The thirst after happiness is never extinguished in the heart of man.

It is not our criminal actions that require courage to confess, but those which are ridiculous and foolish.

Fame is but the breath of people, and that often unwholesome.

It is hard to prevent oneself from believing what one so keenly desires.

Truth is an homage that the good man pays to his own dignity.

The French painter Rousseau was once asked why he put a naked woman on a red sofa in the middle of his jungle pictures. He answered, 'I needed a bit of red there.'

Remorse sleeps in the atmosphere of prosperity.