Love's all in all to women.
Oh, what a vileness human beauty is; corroding, corrupting everything it touches.
High honors are sweet To a man's heart, but ever They stand close to the brink of grief.
All men know their children Mean more than life. If childless people sneer- Well, they've less sorrow. But what lonesome luck!
The man who glories in his luck may be overthrown by destiny.
It is wise to withhold one's heart and mind from men who think themselves superior.