Prose talks and poetry sings.
Woman is the crown of all creation, but Man is the head who wears it, and even the servant is master in his house.
In the arts, foolhardiness is always harmful; even worse, however, is clumsiness.
No shortcomings of other people cause us to be more intolerant than those which are caricatures of our own.
The cradle of the future is the grave of the past.
Gratitude is a fickle thing, indeed. A person taking aim presses the weapon to his chest and cheek, but when he hits, he discardsit with indifference.