But she is happiest alone. She is happiest alone.

Sins of the flesh are nothing. They are maladies for physicians to cure, if they should be cured. Sins of the soul alone are shameful.

You and I will always be friends." "Yet you poisoned me with a book once. I should not forgive that.

It is well for his peace that the saint goes to his martyrdom. He is spared the sight of the horror of his harvest.

Those who have much are often greedy. Those who have little always share.

Every woman is a rebel.

A glass of absinthe is as poetical as anything in the world. What difference is there between a glass of absinthe and a sunset?