The more defects a man may have, the older he is, the less lovable, the more resounding his success.

It is certainly no crime to depict the bizarre ideas that nature inspires.

Wolves which batten upon lambs, lambs consumed by wolves, the strong who immolate the weak, the weak victims of the strong: there you have Nature, there you have her intentions, there you have her scheme: a perpetual action and reaction, a host of vices, a host of virtues, in one word, a perfect equilibrium resulting from the equality of good and evil on earth.

The more defects a man may have, the older he is, the less lovable, the more resounding his success.

We are no guiltier in following the primative impulses that govern us than is the Nile for her floods or the sea for her waves.

So long as the laws remain such as they are today, employ some discretion: loud opinion forces us to do so; but in privacy and silence let us compensate ourselves for that cruel chastity we are obliged to display in public.

In an age that is utterly corrupt, the best policy is to do as others do.