We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.
A man's own vanity is a swindler that never lacks for a dupe.
Marriageable girls as well as mothers understand the terms and perils of the lottery called wedlock. That is why women weep at a wedding and men smile.
Glory is a poison, good to be taken in small doses.
There are some women whose pregnancy would make some sly bachelor smile.
Love is perhaps no more than gratitude for pleasure.