The greatest pleasure of life is love.
The language of truth is simple.
In this world second thoughts, it seems, are best.
Friends show their love in times of trouble, not in happiness.
A coward turns away, but a brave man’s choice is danger.
Oh, what a vileness human beauty is; corroding, corrupting everything it touches.
Delight in splendor is no more than happiness with little for both and have their appeal.
No one is truly free, they are a slave to wealth, fortune, the law, or other people restraining them from acting according to their will.
Who dares not speak his free thoughts is a slave.
This is true liberty, when free-born men, having to advise the public, may speak free.
Man’s best possession is a sympathetic wife.
No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.
It’s not beauty but fine qualities, my girl, that keep a husband.
When a good man is hurt, all who would be called good must suffer with him.
A slave is he who cannot speak his thoughts.
Short is the joy that guilty pleasure brings.
Both to the rich and poor, wine is the happy antidote for sorrow.
Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man’s love.
Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.
Cleverness is not wisdom.