Debt is to man what the serpent is to the bird; its eye fascinates, its breath poisons, its coil crushes sinew and bone, its jaw is the pitiless grave.

Debt is to man what the serpent is to the bird; its eye fascinates, its breath poisons, its coil crushes sinew and bone, its jaw is the pitiless grave.

It is a glorious fever, desire to know.

It is only in some corner of the brain which we leave empty that Vice can obtain a lodging. When she knocks at your door be able to say: "No room for your ladyship; pass on.

Youth, with swift feet, walks onward in the way; the land of joy lies all before his eyes.

Rank is a great beautifier.

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