The heart is an astrologer that always divines the truth.

Great events have sent before them their announcements.

All must yield to the weight of years; conquest is not difficult for time.

At the point when affection is not frenzy, it is not adore.

If a pretty woman only knew how anger improved her beauty! Her complexion needs no other paint than indignation.

Grief has been compared to a hydra; for every one that dies, two are born.

For man's greatest crime is to have been born.