In growing old, we become more foolish - and more wise.

He is not to pass for a man of reason who stumbles upon reason by chance but he who knows it and can judge it and has a true taste for it.

Neither love nor fire can subsist without perpetual motion; both cease to live so soon as they cease to hope, or to fear.

The head does not know how to play the part of the heart for long.

Avarice misapprehends itself almost always. There is no passion which more often will miss its aim, nor upon which the present has so much influence to the prejudice of the future.

What is perfectly true is perfectly witty.

We are never so easily deceived as when we imagine we are deceiving others.