It is the north wind that lashes men into Vikings; it is the soft, luscious south wind which lulls them to lotus dreams.
Truth is a rough, honest, helter-skelter terrier, that none like to see brought into their drawing rooms.
A cruel story runs on wheels, and every hand oils the wheels as they run.
What is it that love does to a woman? Without it, she only sleeps; with it alone, she lives.
An easygoing husband is the one indispensable comfort of life.
Take hope from the heart of man and you make him a beast of prey.
The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.
Fame has only the span of the day, they say. But to live in the hearts of people-that is worth something.
To vice, innocence must always seem only a superior kind of chicanery.