Sure, occasion is the father of most that is good in us.
Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?
Love makes fools of us all, big and little.
Never marry with the expectation of changing a person.
Out of the fictitious book I get the expression of the life, of the times, of the manners, of the merriment, of the dress, the pleasure, the laughter, the ridicules of society. The old times live again. Can the heaviest historian do more for me?
A crow, who had flown away with a cheese from a dairy window, sate perched on a tree looking down at a great big frog in a pool underneath him.