Those who spend too fast never grow rich.

Women are as they are; they necessarily have the defects of their virtues.

Foppery, being the chronic condition of women, is not so much noticed as it is when it breaks out on the person of the male bird.

No woman allows her lover to descend from his pedestal. Even a god is not forgiven the slightest pettiness.

What saves the virtue of many a woman is that protecting god, the impossible.

A careful observation of Nature will disclose pleasantries of superb irony. She has for instance placed toads close to flowers.

Grief ennobles the commonest people because it has its own essential grandeur. To shine with the luster of grief, a person need only be sincere.