Experience unveils too late the snares laid for youth; it is the white frost which discovers the spider's web when the flies are no longer there to be caught.

The grave is a crucible where memory is purified; we only remember a dead friend by those qualities which make him regretted.

Age whitens hairs, but not sin.

There is a proverb in the South that a woman laughs when she can, and weeps when she pleases.

In a better world we will find our young years and our old friends.

It is more pitiable once to have been rich than not to be rich now.

To endeavor to move by the same discourse hearers who differ in age, sex, position and education is to attempt to open all locks with the same key.