The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.

It is not likely that posterity will fall in love with us, but not impossible that it may respect or sympathize so a man would rather leave behind him the portrait of his spirit than a portrait of his face.

Marriage is like life - it is a field of battle, not a bed of roses.

Marriage: A friendship recognized by the police.

You can forgive people who do not follow you through a philosophical disquisition but to find your wife laughing when you had tears in your eyes, or staring when you were in a fit of laughter, would go some way towards a dissolution of the marriage.

Marriage is one long conversation, chequered by disputes.

In marriage, a man becomes slack and selfish, and undergoes a fatty degeneration of his moral being.

It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.

Talk is by far the most accessible of pleasures. It costs nothing in money, it is all profit, it completes our education, founds and fosters our friendships, and can be enjoyed at any age and in almost any state of health.

The price we have to pay for money is sometimes liberty.