Love often leads on to ambition, but seldom does one return from ambition to love.

The generality of men have, like plants, latent properties, which chance brings to light.

We are almost always wearied in the company of persons with whom we are not permitted to be weary.

Nothing is rarer than real goodness.

As long as we love, we can forgive.

Moderation is the feebleness and sloth of the soul, whereas ambition is the warmth and activity of it.

The defects of the mind, like those of the face, grow worse with age.