Life is made for the strong. There is no mercy in it for the weak– none...Such is the tragedy of desire.

The true meaning of money yet remains to be popularly explained and comprehended.

A real flame of love is a subtle thing. It burns as a will-o'-the-wisp, dancing onward to fairy lands of delight. It roars as a furnace. Too often jealousy is the quality upon which it feeds.

The most futile thing in this world is any attempt, perhaps, at exact definition of character. All individuals are a bundle of contradictions - none more so than the most capable.

Our civilization is still in a middle stage, scarcely beast, in that it is no longer wholly guided by instinct; scarcely human, in that it is not yet wholly guided by reason.

In order to have wisdom we must have ignorance.

How true it is that words are but the vague shadows of the volumes we mean.