Six weeks with a fever is an eternity.

Women are always true, even in the midst of their greatest falsities, because they are always influenced by some natural feeling.

True love is mixed up with birdlike squabbles, in which the disputants wound each other to the quick; but a quarrel without animus is, on the contrary, apiece of flattery to the dupe's conceit.

Society is no more indulgent than was the God of Genesis.

By resorting to self-resignation, the unfortunate consummate.

The secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, for it was properly done.

Self-interest is an ineffable feeling which shall follow us into God's very presence since they say there is a hierarchy even among the Holy Saints.