Love is like the measles; we can't have it bad but once, and the later in life we have it the tougher it goes with us.
Society is composed of slow Christians and wide-awake sinners.
Nature makes all the noblemen; wealth, education, or pedigree never made one yet.
As long as we are lucky we attribute it to our smartness; our bad luck we give the gods credit for.
People who have nothing to say are never at a loss in talking.
Pity cost nothing and ain't worth nothing.