It is more pitiable once to have been rich than not to be rich now.
The weak-minded man is the slave of his vices and the dupe of his virtues.
There is certainly no beauty on earth which exceeds the natural loveliness of woman.
Religion is the hospital of the souls that the world has wounded.
That prudery which survives youth and beauty resembles a scarecrow left in the fields after harvest.
The true worth of a soul is revealed as much by the motive it attributes to the actions of others as by its own deeds.