The secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, for it was properly done.
Vulgar souls look hastily and superficially at the sea and accuse it of monotony; other more privileged beings could spend a lifetime admiring it and discovering new and changing phenomena that delight them. So it is with love.
Envy lurks at the bottom of the human heart like a viper in its hole.
To those who have exhausted politics, nothing remains but abstract thought.
Nothing is irredeemably ugly but sin.
A young bride is like a plucked flower; but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.