The busiest of living agents are certain dead men's thoughts.

The beauty seen is partly in him who sees it.

A profusion of fancies and quotations is out of place in a love-letter. True feeling is always direct, and never deviates into by-ways to cull flowers of rhetoric.

Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.

There are some kinds of men who cannot pass their time alone; they are the flails of occupied people.(Bonald, M.} There are few wild beasts more to be dreaded than a communicative man having nothing to communicate.

As many suffer from too much as too little.

Even when we fancy we have grown wiser, it is only, it may be, that new prejudices have displaced old ones.