Emulation is not rivalry. Emulation is the child of ambition; rivalry is the unlovable daughter of envy.

This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the battlefield, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensuing to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnificent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition, the shafts of with start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with torrents of black water, just as a battle with powder.

For the person who loves God, worship is the daily bread of patience.

Finance, like time, devours its own children.

Paris, like every pretty woman, is subject to inexplicable whims of beauty and ugliness.

I yield to your wishes. It is the privilege of the women whom we love more than they love us to make the men who love them ignore the ordinary rules of common-sense.

A woman in love has full intelligence of her power; the more virtuous she is, the more effective her coquetry.