Crying is the refuge of plain women but the ruin of pretty ones.
Science can never grapple with the irrational. That is why it has no future before it, in this world.
The one charm of the past is that it is the past.
My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One of us has got to go.
Poor? What does that matter? When poverty creeps in at the door, love flies in through the window.
It is curious how vanity helps the successful man and wrecks the failure.