God has made the cat to give man the pleasure of caressing the tiger.

Who then understands the reciprocal flux and reflux of the infinitely great and the infinitely small, the echoing of causes in the abysses of being, and the avalanches of creation?

If I were Jesus Christ, I would save Judas.

Everything Changes. The only thing that remains immovable across the centuries and fixes the character of a people is cooking.

The paradise of the rich is made out of the hell of the poor.

Solitude either develops the mental power, or renders men dull and vicious.

We shall not attempt to give the reader an idea of that tetrahedron nose-that horse-shoe mouth-that small left eye over-shadowed by a red bushy brow, while the right eye disappeared entirely under an enormous wart-of those straggling teeth with breaches here and there like the battlements of a fortress-of that horny lip, over which one of those teeth projected like the tusk of an elephant-of that forked chin-and, above all, of the expression diffused over the whole-that mixture of malice, astonishment, and melancholy. Let the reader, if he can, figure to himself this combination.