Misfortune comes to people who live only on the memory of their past grandeur.

When greatness descends from its lofty pedestal, it assumes human dimensions.

The laws of decency enforce themselves.

The happiest woman sees not gladness alone reflected from her mirror; its surface will inevitably be sometimes dimmed with sighs.

Flirtation and coquetry are so nearly allied as to be identical; both are the art of successful and pleasing deception.

You know what they say, 'You have to work at wisdom; you have to take pains to be reasonable, but to be foolish, just let yourself go.

It is better not to be loved than to be ill-loved or half-loved.