In Paris Every Man Must Have Had

I Do Not Regard A Broker As A Member Of The Human Race.

The Errors Of Women Spring, Almost Always, From Their Faith In The Good, Or Their Confidence In The True

If You Are To Judge A Man, You Must Know His Secret Thoughts, Sorrows, And Feelings; To Know Merely The Outward Events Of A Man's Life Would Only Serve To Make A Chronological Table-a Fool's Notion Of History.

Women Are As They Are; They Necessarily Have The Defects Of Their Virtues.

For Pain Is Perhaps But A Violent Pleasure? Who Could Determine The Point Where Pleasure Becomes Pain, Where Pain Is Still A Pleasure? Is Not The Utmost Brightness Of The Ideal World Soothing To Us, While The Lightest Shadows Of The Physical World Annoy?