It is fortunate that each generation does not comprehend its own ignorance. We are thus enabled to call our ancestors barbarous.

A great artist can paint a great picture on a small canvas.

There is no beauty like that which was spoiled by an accident; no accomplishments and graces are so to be envied as those that circumstances rudely hindered the development of.

Memory has the singular characteristic of recalling in a friend absent, as in a journey long past, only that which is agreeable.

Regrets are idle; yet history is one long regret. Everything might have turned out so differently.

A woman set on anything will walk right through the moral crockery without wincing.

Each age has its choice of the death it will die.