No Roman ever was able to say, 'I dined last night with the Borgias'.

I need no dictionary of quotations to remind me that the eyes are the windows of the soul.

Of all the objects of hatred, a woman once loved is the most hateful.

Somehow, our sense of justice never turns in its sleep till long after the sense of injustice in others has been thoroughly aroused.

The dullard's envy of brilliant men is always assuaged by the suspicion that they will come to a bad end.

She was one of those people who said I don't know anything about music, but I know what I like.

A hundred eyes were fixed on her, and half as many hearts lost to her.