It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
'Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming alone; all her lovely companions are faded and gone.
The ordinary acts we practice every day at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest.
I would uphold the law if for no other reason but to protect myself.
A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roué to retire upon.