Nothing is as heady as the wine of misfortune.

Gentleness in the gait is what simplicity is in the dress. Violent gestures or quick movements inspire involuntary disrespect.

Several sorts of memory exist in us; body and mind each possesses one peculiar to itself. Nostalgia, for instance, is a malady of the physical memory.

In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.

No man has ever yet discovered the way to give friendly advice to any woman, not even to his own wife.

A mother's life, you see, is one long succession of dramas, now soft and tender, now terrible. Not an hour but has its joys and fears.

Admiration bestowed upon any one but ourselves is always tedious.