Fortune, like a coy mistress, loves to yield her favors, though she makes us wrest them from her.

What we call conscience in many instances, is only a wholesome fear of the law.

When all else is lost, the future still remains.

Without death in the world, existence in it would soon become, through over-population, the most frightful of curses.

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.

Character is very much a matter of health.

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.