Towns find it as hard as houses of business to rise again from ruin.
Are not our noblest feelings as it were the poems of our will.
There are no principles; there are only events. There is no good and bad, there are only circumstances.
The life of a man who deliberately runs through his fortune often becomes a business speculation; his friends, his pleasures, patrons, and acquaintances are his capital.
To be happy, a man must love his wife as she chooses to be loved.
To kill a relative of whom you are tired is something. But to inherit his property afterwards, that is genuine pleasure.