A man never discloses his own character so clearly as when he describes anothers.
Men, like bullets, go farthest when they are smoothest.
Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.
The romance of life begins and ends with two blank pages. Age and extreme old age.
Love lessens woman's delicacy and increases man's.
The guardian angels of life sometimes fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking down upon us.