Women hope that the dead love may revive; but men know that of all dead things none are so past recall as a dead passion.

The heart of silver falls ever into the hands of brass. The sensitive herb is eaten as grass by the swine.

I have known men who have been sold and bought a hundred times, who have only got very fat and very comfortable in the process of exchange.

Take hope from the heart of man, and you make him a beast of prey.

Love, the one supreme, unceasing source of human felicity, the one sole joy which lifts the whole mortal existence into the empyrean, was by it [Christianity] degraded into the mere mechanical action of reproduction.

Even of death Christianity has made a terror which was unknown to the gay calmness of the Pagan and the stoical repose of the Indian.

Woman's fatal weakness is to desire sympathy and comprehension. --"Wanda