I have never met a man who was not my superior in some particular.

Tis curious that we only believe as deeply as we live.

Men of extraordinary success, in their honest moments, have always sung, "Not unto us, not unto us." According to the faith of their times, they have built altars to Fortune, or to Destiny, or to St. Julian. Their success lay in their parallelism to the course of thought, which found in them an unobstructed channel; and the wonders of which they were the visible conductors seemed to their eye their deed.

There was never anything that did not proceed from a thought.

The only sin that we never forgive in each other is a difference in opinion.

Women, more than all, are the element and kingdom of illusion. Being fascinated, they fascinate.

Thus grows up fashion, an equivocal semblance, the most puissant, the most fantastic and frivolous, the most feared and followed, and which morals and violence assault in vain.