Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.
She thought, "He whom I love more than my father or mother, he of whom I am always thinking, and in whose hands I would so willingly trust my lifelong happiness. I dare do anything to win him and to gain an immortal soul.
Eighty percent of our criminals come from unsympathetic homes.
I never dreamed of so much happiness when I was the Ugly Duckling!
It is the power of thought that gives man power over nature.
I covet honour in the same way as a miser covets gold.