Winter is the night of vegetation.

Repose without stagnation is the state most favorable to happiness. "The great felicity of life," says Seneca, "is to be without perturbations.

Justice, not the majority, should rule.

The lively and mercurial are as open books, with the leaves turned down at the notable passages. Their souls sit at the windows of their eyes, seeing and to be seen.

Marriage, by making us more contented, causes us often to be less enterprising.

Judicious praise is to children what the sun is to flowers.

Bad taste is a species of bad morals.