An aphorism is the last link in a long chain of thought.
We are not always even what we are most.
He who believes in freedom of the will has never loved and never hated.
Even virtue is an art; and even its devotees are divided into those who practise it and those who are merely amateurs.
Wit is an intermittent fountain; kindness is a perennial spring.
An intelligent woman has millions of born enemies... all the stupid men.