Remorse turns us against ourselves.
Bachelors' wives and old maids' children are always perfect.
It is when their age of passions is past that great men produce their masterpieces, just as it is after volcanic eruptions that the soil is most fertile.
We take our colors, chameleon-like, from each other.
Tragedy has the great moral defect of giving too much importance to life and death.
The art of the parenthesis is one of the greatest secrets of eloquence in Society