Necessity Is The Spur Of Genius.

Envy Lurks At The Bottom Of The Human Heart Like A Viper In Its Hole.

One Exits With One's Husband -- One Lives With One's Lover.

To Forget Is The Great Secret Of Strong Creative Natures; To Forget Is The Way Nature Herself Who Knows No Past And Who At Every Hour Begins The Mysteries Of Her Untiring Labors Afresh.

What Moralist Can Deny That Well-bred And Vicious People Are Much More Agreeable Than Their Virtuous Counterparts? Having Crimes To Atone For, They Provisionally Solicit Indulgence By Showing Leniency Toward The Defects Of Their Judges. Thus They Pass For Excellent Folk.

The World Will Avenge Itself Upon All Happiness In Which It Has No Share.