We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.

The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end.

No man is regular in his attendance at the House of Commons until he is married.

It destroys one's nerves to be amiable every day to the same human being.

You can tell the strength of a nation by the women behind its men.

Something unpleasant is coming when men are anxious to tell the truth.

Moderation has been called a virtue to limit the ambition of great men, and to console undistinguished people for their want of fortune and their lack of merit.

Man is not the creature of circumstances, circumstances are the creatures of men. We are free agents, and man is more powerful than matter.

Fame and power are the objects of all men. Even their partial fruition is gained by very few and that, too, at the expense of social pleasure, health, conscience, life.

We cannot learn men from books.