Youth is a perpetual intoxication; it is a fever of the mind.

There may be talent without position, but there is no position without some kind of talent.

Our merit gains us the esteem of the virtuous-our star that of the public.

Love, like fire, cannot subsist without constant impulse; it ceases to live from the moment it ceases to hope or to fear.

There are some persons who only disgust with their abilities, there are persons who please even with their faults.

We would frequently be ashamed of our good deeds if people saw all of the motives that produced them.

Those that have had great passions esteem themselves for the rest of their lives fortunate and unfortunate in being cured of them.