Oh, what lies there are in kisses.

Money is the god of our time, and Rothschild is his prophet.

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.

Talking and eloquence are not the same: to speak and to speak well are two things. A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.

A pine tree standeth lonely In the North on an upland bare; It standeth whitely shrouded With snow, and sleepeth there. It dreameth of a Palm tree Which far in the East alone, In the mournful silence standeth On its ridge of burning stone.

A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.

The cloudlets are lazily sailing O'er the blue Atlantic sea; And mid the twilight there hovers A shadowy figure o'er me.