As the purse is emptied, the heart is filled.

God created the flirt as soon as he made the fool.

Thus, during those nineteen years of torture and slavery, did this soul rise and fall at the same time. Light entered on the one side, and darkness on the other.

To see so much misery everywhere, I suspect that God is not rich. He keeps up appearances, it is true, but I feel the pinch. He gives a revolution as a merchant, whose credit is low, gives a ball.

He would give all of his clothes to his servant, admonishing him NOT to return them until he had completed his day's work.

There is a material advancement; we desire it. There is, also, a moral grandeur; we hold fast to it.

That is the explanation of war, an outrage by humanity upon humanity in despite of humanity.