Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.

Flowers are the bright remembrances of youth; they waft us back, with their bland odorous breath, the joyous hours that only young life knows, ere we have learnt that this fair earth hides graves.

Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.

When the sun shines on you, you see your friends. It requires sunshine to be seen by them to advantage!

Modern historians are all would-be philosophers; who, instead of relating facts as they occurred, give us their version, or rather perversions of them, always colored by their political prejudices, or distorted to establish some theory . . .

A woman's head is always influenced by her heart, but a man's heart is always influenced by his head.

People seem to lose all respect for the past; events succeed each other with such velocity that the most remarkable one of a few years gone by, is no more remembered than if centuries had closed over it.