The universal subjugator, the commonplace.

When two people are really happy about one another one can generally assume they are mistaken.

I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.

To appreciate the noble is a gain which can never be torn from us.

We usually lose today, because there has been a yesterday, and tomorrow is coming.

There is nothing in the world more pitiable than an irresolute man, oscillating between two feelings, who would willingly unite the two and who does not perceive that nothing can unite them

With little art, clear wit and sense Suggest their own delivery.