We teach people how to remember, we never teach them how to grow.

Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.

When a love comes to an end, weaklings cry, efficient ones instantly find another love, and the wise already have one in reserve.

I'm sure I don't know half the people who come to my house. Indeed, from all I hear, I shouldn't like to.

I forgot that every little action of the common day makes or unmakes character, and that therefore what one has done in the secret chamber one has some day to cry aloud on the house-tops.

A man who pays his bills on time is soon forgotten.

So much had been surrendered! And to such little purpose! There had been mad wilful rejections, monstrous forms of self-torture and self-denial, whose origin was fear and whose result was a degradation infinitely more terrible than that fancied degradation from which, in their ignorance, they had sought to escape.