Always when I see a man fond of praise I always think it is because he is an affectionate man craving for affection

Never trust a sentimentalist. They are all alike, pretenders to virtue, at heart selfish frauds and sensualists.

The Americans never walk. In winter too cold and in summer too hot.

Personality is born out of pain. It is the fire shut up in the flint.

If the rose puzzled its mind over the question how it grew, it would not have been the miracle that it is.

The Americans never walk. In winter too cold and in summer too hot.

Always when I see a man fond of praise I always think it is because he is an affectionate man craving for affection

Personality is born out of pain. It is the fire shut up in the flint.

Never trust a sentimentalist. They are all alike, pretenders to virtue, at heart selfish frauds and sensualists.