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

Great passions are incurable diseases.

The ideal of beauty is simplicity and tranquility.

But who will dare to speak the truth out clear? The few who anything of truth have learned, And foolishly did not keep truth concealed, Their thoughts and visions to the common herd revealed, Since time began we've crucified and burned

Happy the man who early learns the wide chasm that lies between his wishes and his powers.

We're really up against it, we poor women: A bachelor's a hard thing to convert

Judge a man's character by what he finds ridiculous.