In the old times men carried out their rights for themselves as they l >>
The well-bred contradict other people. The wise contradict themselves. >>
Popularity is the crown of laurel which the world puts on bad art. Wha >>
I was so cold the other day, I almost got married. >>
I never hate a man enough to give him his diamonds back. >>
Marriage, it seems, confines every man to his proper rank. >>
Twenty years of romance make a woman look like a ruin, but twenty years of marriage make her something like a public building.