Gratitude is merely the secret hope of further favors.
Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.
History never embraces more than a small part of reality
Hope is the last thing that dies in man.
The accent of one's birthplace remains in the mind and in the heart as in one's speech.
He is safe who admits no one to his confidence.