Faults! I adore faults! I can never find too many in any creature.

To die for one's great ideas is glorious - and easy. The horror is to outlive them. That is our worst capability.

Men heap together the mistakes of their lives, and create a monster they call Destiny.

Disillusions all come from within ... from the failure of some dear and secret hope. The world makes no promises; we only dream it does; and when we wake, we cry!

Faults! I adore faults! I can never find too many in any creature.

Men are all the same. They always think that something they are going to get is better than what they have got.

In life there are no Unities, but three Incomprehensibles: Destiny, Man, and Woman.