We adore, we invoke, we seek to appease, only that which we fear.
It is amusing that a virtue is made of the vice of chastity; and it's a pretty odd sort of chastity at that, which leads men straight into the sin of Onan, and girls to the waning of their color.
Those who are absent, by its means become present; it [mail] is the consolation of life.
If there’s life on other planets, then the earth is the Universe’s insane asylum.
Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats.
Fear could never make virtue.