Faith, I am no such fool; everyone for himself in this desert of selfishness which is called life.

The man of genius is he and he alone who finds such joy in his art that he will work at it come hell or high water.

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.

Chélan had acted as imprudently for Julien as he had for himself. He had given him the habit of reasoning correctly, and of not being put off by empty words, but he had neglected to tell him that this habit was a crime in the person of no importance, since every piece of logical reasoning is offensive.

But, if I sample this pleasure so prudently and circumspectly, it will no longer be a pleasure.

God's only excuse is that he does not exist.

Your career will be a painful one. I divine something in you which offends the vulgar.