We Cannot Confront Solitude Without Moral Resources.

When Passion Is Not Fed, It Changes To Need. At This Juncture, Marriage Becomes A Fixed Idea In The Mind Of The Bourgeois, Being The Only Means Whereby He Can Win A Woman And Appropriate Her To His Uses.

Love Is The Only Way On Which Even The Dim-witted Reaches Certain Heights.

Noble Passions Are Like Vices: The More They Are Satisfied, The Greater They Grow, Mothers And Gamblers Are Insatiable.

Towns Find It As Hard As Houses Of Business To Rise Again From Ruin.

He Hesitated Till The Last Moment, But Finally Dropped Them In The Box, Saying, "i Shall Win!"--the Cry Of A Gambler, The Cry Of The Great General, The Compulsive Cry That Has Ruined More Men Than It Has Ever Saved.