It is not he who searches for praise who finds it.

Rumor, once started, rushes on like a river, until it mingles with, and is lost in the sea.

Of every ten persons who talk about you, nine will say something bad, and the tenth will say something good in a bad way.

To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.

If poverty makes man groan, he yawns in opulence. When fortune exempts us from labor, nature overwhelms us with time.

Vices are often habits rather than passions.

Ideas are a capital that bears interest only in the hands of talent.