An English traveller relates how he lived upon intimate terms with a tiger; he had reared it and used to play with it, but always kept a loaded pistol on the table.
Our true passions are selfish.
One-half, the finest half, of life is hidden from the man who does not love with passion.
Faith, I am no such fool; everyone for himself in this desert of selfishness which is called life.
Spring appears and we are once more children.
Great ladies are no more spiteful than the average rich woman; but one acquires in their society a greater susceptibility, and feels more profoundly andmore irremediably, their unpleasant remarks.