You may plainly perceive the traitor through his mask; he is well-known everywhere in his true colors; his rolling eyes and his honeyed tones impose only on those who do not know him.
Love is a great master. It teaches us to be what we never were.
It is a fine seasoning for joy to think of those we love.
It is a strange enterprise to make respectable people laugh.
The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it.
He who follows his lessons tastes a profound peace, and looks upon everybody as a bunch of manure.