Rash combat oft immortalizes man; if he should fall, he is renowned in song; but after-ages reckon not the ceaseless tears which the forsaken woman sheds. Poets tell us not of the many nights consumed in weeping, or of the dreary days wherein her anguished soul vainly yearns to call her loved one back.

There is nothing in which people more betray their character than in what they laugh at.

Why look for conspiracy when stupidity can explain so much

Mystery is truth's dancing partner.

Manners form the great charm of women.

Happy contractedness of youth, nay, of mankind in general, that they think neither of the high nor the deep, of the true nor the false, but only of what is suited to their own conceptions.

I don't know a greater advantage, than to appreciate the worth of an enemy.