Matrimony is the union of meanness and martyrdom.
The immorality of men triumphs over the amorality of women.
It is the style of idealism to console itself for the loss of something old with the ability to gape at something new.
The psychoanalysts pick our dreams as if they were our pockets.
In a hollow head there is much room for knowledge.
Stupidity gets up early; that is why events are accustomed to happening in the morning.