To be happy, you must learn to forget yourself.

Centuries roll, customs change, but, ever since the time of the earliest mother, woman yearns to be the soother.

As the excitement of the game increases, prudence is sure to diminish.

Youth is in danger until it learns to look upon debts as furies.

He who has loved often ... has loved never.

Happy is the man who hath never known what it is to taste of fame - to have it is a purgatory, to want it is a hell.

To how many is the death of the beloved the parent of faith!