We tell our triumphs to the crowds, but our own hearts are the sole confidants of our sorrows.

One vice worn out makes us wiser than fifty tutors.

Life, that ever needs forgiveness, has, for its first duty, to forgive.

The veil which covers the face of futurity is woven by the hand of mercy.

In solitude the passions feed upon the heart.

It is only in some corner of the brain which we leave empty that Vice can obtain a lodging. When she knocks at your door be able to say: "No room for your ladyship; pass on.

It is the misfortune of all miscellaneous political combinations, that with the purest motives of their more generous members are ever mixed the most sordid interests and the fiercest passions of mean confedes.