The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.
Crying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping.
It is exactly because a man cannot do a thing that he is a proper judge of it
Women are a decorative sex. They never have anything to say, but they say it charmingly
Despotism is unjust to everybody, including the despot, who was probably made for better things.
For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us.