To those who have exhausted politics, nothing remains but abstract thought.
A woman filled with faith in the one she loves is the creation of a novelist's imagination.
Authentic love always assumes the mystery of modesty, even in its expression, because actions speak louder than words. Unlike a feigned love, it feels no need to set a conflagration.
If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye.
Virtue in women is perhaps a question of temperament.
To get a traveling salesman drunk is the height of impossibility.