A young bride is like a plucked flower; but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.
First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.
As a rule, only the poor are generous.
An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.
Today nobility is gone: there is only a peerage.
The wounds of self-love turn incurable when the oxide of self-love gets into them.