Law dies, books never.

It is the glorious doom of literature that the evil perishes and the good remains.

A woman is seldom merciful to the man who is timid.

He who seeks repentance for the past, should woo the angel virtue for the future.

Trees that, like the poplar, lift upward all their boughs, give no shade and no shelter, whatever their height. Trees the most lovingly shelter and shade us, when, like the willow, the higher soar their summits, the lower drop their boughs.

Chance happens to all, but to turn chance to account is the gift of few.

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.