There is something in the ardour and ingenousness of youth, which is particularly pleasing to the contemplation of an old man, if his feelings have not been entirely corroded by the world.

What has a man's face to do with his character? Can a man of good character help having a disagreeable face?

Happiness arises in a state of peace, not of tumult.

I never trust people's assertions, I always judge of them by their actions.

There is no accounting for tastes.

Such is the inconsistency of real love, that it is always awake to suspicion, however unreasonable; always requiring new assurances from the object of its interest.

The passions are the seeds of vices as well as of virtues, from which either may spring, accordingly as they are nurtured. Unhappy they who have never been taught the art to govern them!