The more the change, the more it is the same thing.
Almost every one flatters himself that he and his are exceptionable.
Though we have two eyes, we are supplied with but one tongue. Draw your own moral.
I am thankful that thorns have roses.
Flowing water is at once a picture and a music, which causes to flow at the same time from my brain, like a limpid and murmuring rivulet, sweet thoughts, charming reveries, and melancholy remembrances.
A woman who writes commits two sins; she increases the number of books, and decreases the number of women.