It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.
Bad Bad Weather Defy Face Joy
All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.
Changes Leaving Less Melancholy More
It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.
Alike Know Little Little Men Men
This world is run with far too tight a rein for luck to interfere. Fortune sells her wares; she never gives them. In some form or other, we pay for her favors; or we go empty away.
Empty Far Favors Form Fortune
The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
Fate Little Love Love Is Much
It is always the simple that produces the marvelous.
Always Marvelous Produces Simple