There is no instinct like that of the heart.
I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.
I see before me the gladiator lie.
Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth
It is true from early habit, one must make love mechanically as one swims; I was once very fond of both, but now as I never swim unless I tumble into the water, I don't make love till almost obliged.