Poets, when they write of love, give themselves and everyone else away!
There is no thermometer for wants!
Where there is laughter there is always more health than sickness.
When a reserved person once begins to talk, nothing can stop him; and he does not want to have to listen, until he has quite finished his unfamiliar exertion.
When you know a person particularly well, you cannot escape their ruffled feelings.
It is you men who make war! ... We, who have children, would never make it! Why should a woman be broken up in pain, to give her child life, only to see him carried away from her, to make food for guns?