It is with an old love as it is with old age a man lives to all the miseries, but is dead to all the pleasures.

Often we are firm from weakness, and audacious from timidity.

Pity is a sense of our own misfortunes in those of another man; it is a sort of foresight of the disasters which may befall ourselves. We assist others,, in order that they may assist us on like occasions; so that the services we offer to the unfortunate are in reality so many anticipated kindnesses to ourselves.

Of all our faults, the one that we excuse most easily is idleness.

Some people are so extremely whiffling and inconsiderable that they are as far from any real faults as from substantial virtues.

We are inconsolable at being deceived by our enemies and being betrayed by our friends, yet we are often content in be being treated like that by our own selves.

There are heroes of wickedness, as there are of goodness.