The heart of a man's like that delicate weed, / Which requires to be trampled on, boldly indeed / Ere it gives forth the fragrance you wish to extract.

Love is rarely a hypocrite; but hate--how detect and how guard against it! It lurks where you least expect it; it is created by causes that you can the least foresee; and civilization multiplies its varieties, whilst it favors its disguise.

To find what you seek in the road of life, the best proverb of all is that which says: Leave no stone unturned.

In other countries poverty is a misfortune - with us it is a crime.

Men who make money rarely saunter; men who save money rarely swagger.

We cannot of ourselves estimate the degree of our success in what we strive for.

The affections are immortal! They are the sympathies which unite the ceaseless generations.