Hope, deceiving as it is, serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable route.

Some people are like popular songs that you only sing for a short time.

It is a species of coquetry to make a parade of never practising it.

To be a great man it is necessary to know how to profit by the whole of our good fortune.

A weak mind is the only defect out of our power to mend.

Perseverance is neither praiseworthy nor blameworthy; for it seems to be only the enduring of certain inclinations and opinions which men neither give themselves nor take away from themselves.

There is real love just as there are real ghosts; every person speaks of it, few persons have seen it.