Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?

When Fate wills that something should come to pass, she sends forth a million of little circumstances to clear and prepare the way.

We are most of us very lonely in this world; you who have any who love you, cling to them and thank God.

All is vanity, nothing is fair.

Nature has written a letter of credit upon some men's faces that is honored wherever presented. You cannot help trusting such men. Their very presence gives confidence. There is promise to pay in their faces which gives confidence and you prefer it to another man's endorsement. Character is credit.

Who has not seen how women bully women? What tortures have men to endure compared to those daily repeated shafts of scorn and cruelty with which poor women are riddled by the tyrants of their sex?

A person can't help their birth.