Although I am a pious man, I am not the less a man.
I live on good soup, not on fine words.
Nearly all men die of their medicines, not of their diseases.
We live under a prince who is an enemy to fraud, a prince whose eyes penetrate into the heart, and whom all the art of impostors can't deceive.
How easy love makes fools of us.
Ah! how annoying that the law doesn't allow a woman to change husbands just as one does shirts.