When There Is An Old Maid In

The Wounds Of Self-love Turn Incurable When The Oxide Of Self-love Gets Into Them.

Necessity Is The Spur Of Genius.

Nothing Is Unimportant To A Man Plunged In Despair. He Is As Credulous As A Criminal Sentenced To Death Who Listens To A Lunatic Raving To Him About How He Can Escape Through The Keyhole.

Let Passion Reach A Catastrophe And It Submits Us To An Intoxicating Force Far More Powerful Than The Niggardly Irritation Of Wine Or Of Opium. The Lucidity Our Ideas Then Achieve, And The Delicacy Of Our Overly Exalted Sensations, Produce The Strangest And Most Unexpected Effects.

A Man's Own Vanity Is A Swindler That Never Lacks For A Dupe.