A great many men's gratitude is nothing but a secret desire to hook in more valuable kindnesses hereafter.

A man is perhaps ungrateful, but often less chargeable with ingratitude than his benefactor is.

It is almost always a fault of one who loves not to realize when he ceases to be loved.

In the human heart new passions are forever being born; the overthrow of one almost always means the rise of another.

Very few people are acquainted with death. They undergo it, commonly, not so much out of resolution as custom and insensitivity; and most men die because they cannot help it.

It is praiseworthy even to attempt a great action.

We get so much in the habit of wearing disguises before others that we finally appear disguised before ourselves.