When people are ill, they have such strange fancies! They are like children, they do not know what they want.
What is life but a machine set in motion by money? Know this for certain—methods are always confounded with results; you will never succeed in separating the soul from the senses, spirit from matter.
Two enemies sometimes possess a power of clear insight into mental processes, and read each other’s minds as two lovers read in either soul.
To sum up, the world is mine without effort of mine, and the world has not the slightest hold on me.
The sick man himself had wasted greatly. All the life in him seemed to have taken refuge in the still brilliant eyes.
Singular creature, he had never cared to find out a single relative among four generations counted on the female side. The thought of his heirs was abhorrent to him; and the idea that his wealth could pass into other hands after his death simply inconceivable.