Envy and hatred go together. Mutually strengthened by the fact pursue the same object.

Grief that is dazed and speechless is out of fashion: the modern woman mourns her husband loudly and tells you the whole story of his death, which distresses her so much that she forgets not the slightest detail about it.

The passion of hatred is so long lived and so obstinate a malady that the surest sign of death in a sick person is their desire for reconciliation.

It is boorish to live ungraciously: the giving is the hardest part; what does it cost to add a smile?

Pure friendship is something which men of an inferior intellect can never taste.

Days, months, years fly away, and irrecoverably sink in the abyss of time.

Two quite opposite qualities equally bias our minds - habits and novelty.