Women, when they have made a sheep of a man, always tell him that he is a lion with a will of iron.
They ended as all great passions do end - by a misunderstanding.
Glory is a poison, good to be taken in small doses.
Society proceeds like the ocean. After a disaster, it resume its wonted level and rhythms; its devouring interests efface all traces of damage.
Art's greatest efforts are invariably a timid counterfeit of Nature.
A married woman is a slave you must know how to seat upon a throne.