Up to forty a woman has only forty springs in her heart. After that age she has only forty winters.

Whoever embarks with women embarks with a storm; but they are themselves the safety boats.

There are two persons in the world we never see as they are,--one's self and one's other self.

Hope is the virgin of the ideal world, who opens beaten to as in the midst of every tempest.

Up to forty a woman has only forty springs in her heart. After that age she has only forty winters.

Happiness is always the inaccessible castle which sinks in ruin when we set foot on it.

The heart is always young only in the recollection of those whom it has loved in youth.