Finance, like time, devours its own children.
When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.
Clouds symbolize the veils that shroud God.
An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.
True love rules especially through memory.
The life of a man who deliberately runs through his fortune often becomes a business speculation; his friends, his pleasures, patrons, and acquaintances are his capital.