Ah, steeds, steeds, what steeds! Has the whirlwind a home in your manes? Is there a sensitive ear, alert as a flame, in your every fiber? Hearing the familiar song from above, all in one accord you strain your bronze chests and, hooves barely touching the ground, turn into straight lines cleaving the air, and all inspired by God it rushes on!

There are occasions when a woman, no matter how weak and impotent in character she may be in comparison with a man, will yet suddenly become not only harder than any man, but even harder than anything and everything in the world.

I saw that I'd get nowhere on the straight path, and that to go crookedly was straighter.

Everything resembles the truth, everything can happen to a man.

Don't blame the mirror if your face is faulty.

Always think of what is useful and not what is beautiful. Beauty will come of its own accord.

How much savage coarseness is concealed in refined, cultivated manners.