madam," the man cried, leaping to the ground, "you're hurt!" "I'm dead, sir!" she replied. A few minutes later, they became engaged.

Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.

Safe! safe! safe!' the pulse of the house beats wildly. Waking, I cry 'Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart.

What is a woman? I assure you, I do not know ... I do not believe that anybody can know until she has expressed herself in all the arts and professions open to human skill.

There was a serenity about him always that had the look of innocence, when, technically, the word was no longer applicable.

To enjoy freedom ... we have of course to control ourselves. We must not squander our powers, helplessly and ignorantly, squirting half the house in order to water a single rose.