Years Teach Us More Than Books.

All Men Are Selfish, But The Vain Man Is In Love With Himself. He Admires, Like The Lover His Adored One, Everything Which To Others Is Indifferent.

Some Men, Like Modern Shops, Hang Everything In Their Show Windows; When One Goes Inside, Nothing Is To Be Found.

Truly, One Gets Easier Accustomed To A Silken Bed Than To A Sack Of Leaves.

Liberty Is From God; Liberties, From The Devil.

Our Second Mother, Habit, Is Also A Good Mother.