Fame! it is the flower of a day, that dies when the next sun rises.
It is quite easy for stupid people to be happy; they believe in fables, and they trot on in a beaten track like a horse on a tramway.
Love is cruel as the grave.
Intensely selfish people are always very decided as to what they wish. They do not waste their energies in considering the good of others.
The world never leaves one in ignorance or in peace.
Fame nowadays is little else but notoriety.