Women have simple tastes. They get pleasure out of the conversation of children in arms and men in love.

Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.

I do not think there is any thrill that can go through the human heart like that felt by the inventor as he sees some creation of the brain unfolding to success... such emotions make a man forget food, sleep, friends, love, everything.

I can't imagine anything more worthwhile than doing what I most love. And they pay me for it.

If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? For even sinners love those who love them. And if you do good to those who do good to you, what credit is that to you? For even sinners do the same.