Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of intrigue.
While seeking out the dead, I see nothing but the living.
The victory always has a lot of parents but the defeat is always an orphan.
Lovers have a way of using this word "nothing" which implies exactly the opposite.
The human heart may find here and there a resting-place short of the highest height of affection, but we seldom stop in the steep, downward slope of hatred.
Rare is the man who suffers no remorse as he passes from the state of confidant to that of rival.