I do not regard a broker as a member of the human race.

Love is a religion, and its rituals cost more than those of other religions. It goes by quickly and, like a street urchin, it likes to mark its passage by a trail of devastation.

Among fifty percent of your married couples, the husband worries very little about what his wife is doing, provided she is doing all he wishes.

Women are happy to possess a man whom all women covet.

Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.

Rich men are resolved to be astonished at nothing. When they see a masterpiece, they must needs at one glance recognize some flaw to dispense them from admiration, a vulgar emotion.

During the great storms of our lives we imitate those captains who jettison their weightiest cargo.