Philosophy, while it soothes the reason, damps the ambition.

Why should the soul ever repose? God, its Principle, reposes never.

Writers are the main landmarks of the past.

One vice worn out makes us wiser than fifty tutors.

Fine natures are like fine poems; a glance at the first two lines suffices for a guess into the beauty that waits you if you read on.

The haughty woman who can stand alone, and requires no leaning-place in our hearts, loses the spell of her sex.

Love is rarely a hypocrite; but hate--how detect and how guard against it! It lurks where you least expect it; it is created by causes that you can the least foresee; and civilization multiplies its varieties, whilst it favors its disguise.