There is no knife that cuts so sharply and with such poisoned blade as treachery.
Hypocrites weep, and you cannot tell their tears from those of saints; but no bad man ever laughed sweetly yet.
Familiarity is a magician that is cruel to beauty but kind to ugliness.
When passion and habit long lie in company it is only slowly and with incredulity that habit awakens to finds its companion fled, itself alone.
Men are always optimists when they look inwards, and pessimists when they look round them.
The song that we hear with our ears is only the song that is sung in our hearts.