Old men are prone to invest the futures of young men with their own past sorrows.

One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.

True love is mixed up with birdlike squabbles, in which the disputants wound each other to the quick; but a quarrel without animus is, on the contrary, apiece of flattery to the dupe's conceit.

Love is the only way on which even the dim-witted reaches certain heights.

And he, like many jaded people, had few pleasures left in life save good food and drink.

The habits of life form the soul, and the soul forms the physical presence.

A year at the breast is quite enough; children who are suckled longer are said to grow stupid, and I am all for popular sayings.