Finance, like time, devours its own children.

Our most bitter enemies are our own kith and kin. Kings have no brothers, no sons, no mother!

It is as absurd to say that a man can't love one woman all the time as it is to say that a violinist needs several violins to play the same piece of music.

Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.

A young bride is like a plucked flower; but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.

Unintelligent persons are like weeds that thrive in good ground; they love to be amused in proportion to the degree in which they weary themselves.