Man is no match for woman where mischief reigns.
Men who pay their tailors never amount to anything, they never even become Cabinet ministers.
The greatest tyranny is to love I where we are not loved again.
Love, according to our contemporary poets, is a privilege which two beings confer upon one another, whereby they may mutually cause one another much sorrow over absolutely nothing.
God reveals Himself, unfailingly, to the solitary, thoughtful seeker
It is the mark of a great man that he puts to flight all ordinary calculations. He is at once sublime and touching, childlike and of the race of giants.