Even in dreams doing good is not wasted.
For man's greatest crime is to have been born.
The heart is an astrologer that always divines the truth.
If a pretty woman only knew how anger improved her beauty! Her complexion needs no other paint than indignation.
Great events have sent before them their announcements.
What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough: for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.