We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

It belongs to a nobleman to weep in an hour of disaster.

All men that are ruined, are ruined on the side of their natural propensities.

When arms speak, the laws are silent.

I think we are inexterminable, like flies and bedbugs.

Why listen to me? I can only predict epidemics and plagues.

It’s the end of the world every day, for someone.

Pride and excess bring disaster for man.

All the married heiresses I have known have shipwrecked.

To hide and feel guilty would be the beginning of defeat.

It would be impossible to live for a year without disaster unless one practiced character-reading.

Is all our fire of shipwreck wood?

Once you hear the details of a victory it is hard to distinguish it from a defeat.