Words are loaded pistols.

Neither sex, without some fertilization of the complimentary characters of the other, is capable of the highest reaches of human endeavor.

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.

We do not judge the people we love.

There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.

There are two types of poor people, those who are poor together and those who are poor alone. The first are the true poor, the others are rich people out of luck.