Of all our faults, the one we avow most easily is idleness; we persuade ourselves that it is allied to all the peaceable virtues,and as for the others, that it does not destroy them utterly, but only suspends the exercise of their functions.

Minds of moderate caliber ordinarily condemn everthing which is beyond their range.

Youth changes its tastes by the warmth of its blood; age retains its tastes by habit.

Women find it far more difficult to overcome their inclination to coquetry than to overcome their love.

If it requires great tact to speak to the purpose, it requires no less to know when to be silent.

There are some faults which, when well managed, make a greater figure than virtue itself.

Hope is the last thing that dies in man; and though it be exceedingly deceitful, yet it is of this good use to us, that while we are traveling through life it conducts us in an easier and more pleasant way to our journey's end.