True felicity consists of its own consciousness.
Familiarity is the root of the closest friendships, as well as the interests hatreds.
What isn’t clear, isn’t French.
Brave men do not boast nor bluster. Deeds, not words, speak for such.
Rumor, once started, rushes on like a river, until it mingles with, and is lost in the sea.
There are men who gain from their wealth only the fear of losing it.