Women, when they have made a sheep of a man, always tell him that he is a lion with a will of iron.

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.

Unintelligent persons are like weeds that thrive in good ground; they love to be amused in proportion to the degree in which they weary themselves.

A man wastes his time going to hear some of our eloquent modern preachers; they may change his opinions, but never his conduct.

The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.

Physically, a man is a man for a much longer time than a woman is a woman.

The impossible is justified by the fact that it occurred