He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair)

A woman being never at a loss... the devil always sticks by them.

Here's a sigh to those who love me,And a smile to those who hate;And, whatever sky's above me,Here's a heart for every fate.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.

A small drop of ink makes thousands, perhaps millions... think.

He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him.

Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock!