Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?

Poverty is the only load which is the heavier the more loved ones there are to assist in bearing it.

Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.

Paradise is always where love dwells.

A man never discloses his own character so clearly as when he describes anothers.

Men, like bullets, go farthest when they are smoothest.

A variety of nothing is superior to a monotony of something.