Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied? – come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.
The world is a looking-glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. Frown at it, and it will in turn look sourly upon you; laugh at it and with it, and it is a jolly kind companion.
The moral world, that has, perhaps, no particular objection to vice, but an insuperable repugnance to hearing vice called by its proper name.
The greatest tyrants over women are women.
Some cynical Frenchman has said that there are two parties to a love-transaction: the one who loves and the other who condescends to be so treated.
Revenge may be wicked, but it’s natural.
One of the great conditions of anger and hatred is, that you must tell and believe lies against the hated object, in order, as we said, to be consistent.
Never lose a chance of saying a kind word.
Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.
It is the ordinary lot of people to have no friends if they themselves care for nobody.
If success is rare and slow, everybody knows how quick and easy ruin is.
If a man’s character is to be abused, say what you will, there’s nobody like a relative to do the business.
