It costs an unreasonable woman no more to pass over one reason than another; they cherish themselves most where they are most wrong.

To compose our character is our duty, not to compose books, and to win, not battles and provinces, but order and tranquility in our conduct. Our great and glorious masterpiece is to live appropriately. All other things, ruling, hoarding, building, are only little appendages and props, at most.

There is no passion so contagious as that of fear.

Why did I love her? Because it was her; because it was me.

Love is like playing the piano. First you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the rules and play from your heart. If I were pressed to say why I loved him, I feel that my only reply could be: Because it was he, because it was I.

One should always have one's boots on and be ready to leave.

He who is not sure of his memory, should not undertake the trade of lying.