Wrong is wrong; no fallacy can hide it, no subterfuge cover it so shrewdly but that the All-Seeing One will discover and punish it.

The subtle sauce of malice is often indulged in by maidens of uncertain age, over their tea.

To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.

Familiarity is the root of the closest friendships, as well as the interests hatreds.

The woman who too easily and ardently yielded her devotion will find that its vitality, like a bright fire, soon consumes itself.

The despotism of will in ideas is styled plan, project, character, obstinacy; its despotism in desires is called passion.

Cats don't caress us-they caress themselves on us.