Conscience whispers, but interest screams aloud.
When our friends are alive, we see the good qualities they lack; dead, we remember only those they possessed.
Of all trifles, titles are the lightest.
Do you know a young and beautiful woman who is not ready to flirt-just a little?
Women always find their bitterest foes among their own sex.
Another life, if it were not better than this, would be less a promise than a threat.