The earliest voice listened to by the nations in their infancy was the voice of the storyteller.

A real dog, beloved and therefore pampered by his mistress, is a lamentable spectacle. He suffers from fatty degeneration of his moral being.

Woman is quick to revere genius, but in her secret soul she seldom loves it.

Miserliness is the one vice that grows stronger with increasing years. It yields its sordid pleasures to the end.

We cannot learn to love other tourists,-the laws of nature forbid it,-but, meditating soberly on the impossibility of their loving us, we may reach some common platform of tolerance, some common exchange of recognition and amenity.

The well-ordered mind knows the value, no less than the charm, of reticence. The fruit of the tree of knowledge ... falls ripe from its stem; but those who have eaten with sobriety find no need to discuss the processes of digestion.

History is not written in the interests of morality.