Mediocre minds usually dismiss anything which reaches beyond their own understanding.

The truest comparison we can make of love is to liken it to a fever; we have no more power over the one than the other, either as to its violence or duration.

Hope and fear are inseparable. There is no hope without fear, nor any fear without hope.

Without humility, we keep all our defects; and they are only crusted over by pride, which conceals them from others, and often from ourselves.

Novelty is to love like bloom to fruit; it gives a luster which is easily effaced, but never returns.

The passions are the only orators which always persuade.

We are never so happy, nor so unhappy, as we suppose ourselves to be.