All men know their children Mean more than life. If childless people sneer- Well, they've less sorrow. But what lonesome luck!

Here all mankind is equal: rich and poor alike, they love their children.

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.