The passions of youth are not more dangerous to health than is the lukewarmness of old age.

We often brag that we are never bored with ourselves, and are so vain as never to think ourselves bad company.

Passion makes idiots of the cleverest men, and makes the biggest idiots clever.

Sometimes there are accidents in our lives the skillful extrication from which demands a little folly.

We like to read others but we do not like to be read.

The praise we give to new comers into the world arises from the envy we bear to those who are established.

There is real love just as there are real ghosts; every person speaks of it, few persons have seen it.