Marriage is a fight to the death. Before contracting it, the two parties concerned implore the benediction of Heaven because to promise to love each other forever is the rashest of enterprises.
A man's own vanity is a swindler that never lacks for a dupe.
The greatest tyranny is to love I where we are not loved again.
Reproach is usually honest, which is more than can be said of praise.
Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine.
He hesitated till the last moment, but finally dropped them in the box, saying, "I shall win!"--the cry of a gambler, the cry of the great general, the compulsive cry that has ruined more men than it has ever saved.