Several sorts of memory exist in us; body and mind each possesses one peculiar to itself. Nostalgia, for instance, is a malady of the physical memory.
We are never either so wretched or so happy as we say we are.
Great minds always tend to see virtue in misfortune.
You may imitate, but never counterfeit.
If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye.
A woman questions the man who loves exactly as a judge questions a criminal. This being so, a flash of the eye, a mere word, an inflection of the voice or a moment's hesitation suffice to expose the fact, betrayal or crime he is attempting to conceal.