Finance, like time, devours its own children.

When women love, they forgive everything...

The man whom fate employs to awaken love in the heart of a young girl is often unaware of his work and therefore leaves it uncompleted.

No woman allows her lover to descend from his pedestal. Even a god is not forgiven the slightest pettiness.

How fondly swindlers coddle their dupes! No mother is as caressing or thoughtful towards her adored child as a merchant in hypocrisy toward his milch-cow.

Who shall ever tell how much an unmerited disfavor crushes a shy person? Who can ever depict the misfortunes of timidity?

Few men are raised in our estimation by being too closely examined.