I summed up all systems in a phrase, and all existence in an epigram.
We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.
I have always been of opinion that a man who desires to get married should know either everything or nothing.
The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.
Every impulse we strangle will only poison us.
Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others.