There is no influence like the influence of habit.
There's no credit in not doing what you don't want to do. There's no virtue in not falling, when you're not tempted.
There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world. The spirits of our foolish deeds haunt us, with or without repentance.
Imagination is at the root of much that passes for love.
But paying is part of the game of life: it is the joy of buying that we crave.
It is not the broken heart that kills, but broken pride, monseigneur.