Hard workers are usually honest; industry lifts them above temptation.

False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade.

Mortal beauty stings while it delights.

Women seldom forfeit their claims to respect to men whom they respect.

Fortune, like a coy mistress, loves to yield her favors, though she makes us wrest them from her.

Formerly when great fortunes were only made in war, war was a business; but now, when great fortunes are only made by business, business is war.

Troubles forereckoned are doubly suffered.