Someone described Providence as the baptismal name of chance; no doubt some pious person will retort that chance is the nickname of Providence.

The poor are the blacks of Europe.

There is as much expression in the feet as in the hands.

Most anthologists of poetry or quotations are like those who eat cherries or oysters, first picking the best and ending by eating everything.

Love is like epidemic diseases. The more one fears it the more likely one is to contract it.

The threat of a neglected cold is for doctors what the threat of purgatory is for priests-a gold mine.

He who leaves the game wins it.