True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure.

Society is no more indulgent than was the God of Genesis.

Above all do not ask that justice be just: It is just, because it is justice. The idea of a just justice could have originated only in the brain of an anarchist.

Love is like some fresh spring, first a stream and then a river, changing its aspect and its nature as it flows to plunge itself in some boundless ocean, where restricted natures only find monotony, but where great souls are engulfed in endless contemplation.

For avarice begins where poverty ends.

Emulation admires and strives to imitate great actions; envy is only moved to malice.

A husband and wife who have separate bedrooms have either drifted apart or found happiness.