Lucky that man whose children make his happiness in life and not his grief, the anguished disappointment of his hopes.

Oh, what a power is motherhood, possessing A potent spell. All women alike Fight fiercely for a child.

The new-come stepmother hates the children born to a first wife.

In every work a reward added makes the pleasure twice as great.

Too much zeal offends where indirection works.

Spare me the sight of this thankless breed, these politicians who cringe for favors from a screaming mob and do not care what harm they do their friends, providing they can please a crowd!

Those who have not, and live in want, are a menace, Ridden with envy and fooled by demagogues.

Oh, it is vile for a man, if he be noble, And when he has won to the heights of power, To put on new manners for old and change His countenance.

Power gives no purchase to the hand, it will not hold, soon perishes, and greatness goes.

Men honor property above all else; it has the greatest power in human life.