He hasn't an enemy in the world, and none of his friend like him.
No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.
Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.
The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror.
No man is rich enough to buy back his past.
Sin is a thing that writes itself across a man's face. It cannot be concealed. People talk sometimes of secret vices, there are no such things. If a wretched man has a vice, it shows itself in the lines of his mouth, the droop of his eyelids, the moulding of his hands even.