Mirrors, those revealers of the truth, are hated; that does not prevent them from being of use.
One of the magnanimities of woman is to yield.
As the purse is emptied, the heart is filled.
The beautiful has but one type, the ugly has a thousand.
Monsieur' to a convict is a glass of water to a man dying of thirst at sea; ignominy thirsts for respect.
Another story must begin!