There is some magic in wealth, which can thus make persons pay their court to it, when it does not even benefit themselves.

To a generous mind few circumstances are more afflicting than a discovery of perfidy in those whom we have trusted.

One act of beneficence, one act of real usefulness, is worth all the abstract sentiment in the world.

But St. Aubert had too much good sense to prefer a charm to a virtue.

Poverty cannot deprive us of many consolations. It cannot rob us of the affection we have for each other, or degrade us in our own opinion, of in that of any person, whose opinion we ought to value.

What is acquired without labor is seldom worth acquiring at all.

It is dismal coming home, when there is nobody to welcome one!