The best fruits are plucked for each by some hand that is not his own.

God whispers in our pleasures, but shouts in our pain.

There seems to be hardly any one among my acquaintance from whom I have not learned.

The sight of the huge world put mad ideas into me, as if I could wander away, wander forever, see strange and beautiful things, one after the other...

We forgive, we mortify our resentment; a week later some chain of thought carries us back to the original offence and we discover the old resentment blazing away as if nothing had been done about it at all. We need to forgive our brother seventy times seven not only for 490 offences but for one offence.

Not to be, but to seem, virtuous - it is a formula whose utility we all discovered in the nursery.

The mouse is a fair treat but this one would talk the hind legs off a donkey.