It is only hope which is real, and reality is a bitterness and a deceit.
I would rather make my name than inherit it.
To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose, the next best.
Women are jealous of cigars... they regard them as a strong rival.
There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write.
The wicked are wicked, no doubt, and they go astray and they fall, and they come by their deserts; but who can tell the mischief which the very virtuous do?