I have always been convinced that if a woman once made up her mind to marry a man, nothing but instant flight could save him.

He knew that all things human are transitory and therefore that it must cease one day or another. He looked forward to that day with eager longing. Love was like a parasite in his heart, nourishing a hateful existence on his life's blood; it absorbed his existence so intensely that he could take pleasure in nothing else.

To bear failure with courage is the best proof of character that anyone can give.

He had heard people speak contemptuously of money: he wondered if they had ever tried to do without it.

When he sacrifices himself man for a moment is greater than God, for how can God, infinite and omnipotent, sacrifice himself?

I'm afraid you've thought me a bigger fool than I am.

Self-control might be as passionate and as active as the surrender to passion.