Woman's weakness, not man's merit, oftenest gains the suitor's victory.
Vivre est un maladie dont le sommeil nous soulage toutes les 16 heures. C'est un pallatif. La mort est le remede.
Slander is the balm of malignity.
The most wasted day of all is that on which we have not laughed.
She commands who is blest with indifference.
It is children only who enjoy the present; their elders either live on the memory of the past or the hope of the future.