It is well for us that we are born babies in intellect. Could we understand half what mothers say and do to their infants, we should be filled with a conceit of our own importance, which would render us insupportable through life.

A man prone to suspect evil is mostly looking in his neighbor for what he sees in himself.

Many are ambitious of saying grand things, that is, of being grandiloquent.

What hypocrites we seem to be whenever we talk of ourselves! Our words sound so humble, while our hearts are so proud.

A mother should give her children a superabundance of enthusiasm; that after they have lost all they are sure to lose on mixing with the world, enough may still remain to prompt fated support them through great actions.

It is with flowers as with moral qualities; the bright are sometimes poisonous; but, I believe, never the sweet.

Friendship is love without its flowers or veil.