In smart society men are jealous of one another after the fashion of women.
The habits of life form the soul, and the soul forms the physical presence.
Time is the only capital of those who just have their inteligence as fortune.
Some troubles, like a protested note of a solvent debtor, bear interest.
To speak of love is to make love.
Rare is the man who suffers no remorse as he passes from the state of confidant to that of rival.