The sweet simplicity of the three percents.
Tobacco is the tomb of love.
That soul-subduing sentiment, harshly called flirtation, which is the spell of a country house.
The world is a wheel, and it will all come round right.
Fame and power are the objects of all men. Even their partial fruition is gained by very few; and that, too, at the expense of social pleasure, health, conscience, life.
Destiny is our will, and our will is nature.