To kill a relative of whom you are tired is something. But to inherit his property afterwards that

To kill a relative of whom you are tired is something. But to inherit his property afterwards that is genuine pleasure.

Author: Honore de Balzac

The more one judges the less one loves.

Conscience is our unerring judge until we finally stifle it.

A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night, or the last to awake in the morning.

Equality may perhaps be a right, but no power on earth can ever turn it into a fact.