“Women have two weapons – cosmetics and tears”

Truth allows no choice.

What we hope ever to do with ease, we must learn first to do with diligence.

Bachelors have consciences, married men have wives.

Every man is rich or poor according to the proportion between his desires and his enjoyments.

How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.

Men who stand in the highest ranks of society seldom hear of their faults; if by any accident an opprobrious clamour reaches their ears, flattery is always at hand to pour in her opiates, to quiet conviction and obtund remorse.

A man who uses a great many words to express his meaning is like a bad marksman who, instead of aiming a single stone at an object, takes up a handful and throws at it in hopes he may hit.

My dear friend, clear your mind of can’t.

Your manuscript is both good and original; but the part that is good is not original, and the part that is original is not good.

Fraud and falsehood only dread examination. Truth invites it.

He who has so little knowledge of human nature as to seek happiness by changing anything but his own disposition will waste his life in fruitless efforts.

People need to be reminded more often than they need to be instructed.

What ever the motive for the insult, it is always best to overlook it; for folly doesn’t deserve resentment, and malice is punished by neglect.

Power is gradually stealing away from the many to the few, because the few are more vigilant and consistent.

The wise man applauds he who he thinks most virtuous; the rest of the world applauds the wealthy.

Pride is a vice, which pride itself inclines every man to find in others, and to overlook in himself.

Man’s greatest joy is to slay his enemy, plunder his riches, ride his steeds, see the tears of his loved ones and embrace his women.

The pleasure and joy of man lies in treading down the rebel and conquering the enemy, in tearing him up by the root, in taking from him all that he has.

The greatest happiness is to vanquish your enemies, to chase them before you, to rob them of their wealth, to see those dear to them bathed in tears, to clasp to your bosom their wives and daughters.

We need never be ashamed of our tears.

Let them go or you’ll be drowning in your sorrow and tears you have saved up all these years.

I’ve been living with this fear that if my eyes start to tear, they will be drowning me.

Stand up a little taller, darling, and wipe those tears away. Let’s hope that tomorrow will treat you better than today.

You pull me from my roots and dry me out but with these tears, I bloom again.