It is difficult to define love; all we can say is, that in the soul it is a desire to rule, in the mind it is a sympathy, and in the body it is a hidden and delicate wish to possess what we love-Plus many mysteries.

There are few people who would not be ashamed of being loved when they love no longer.

There is no praise we have not lavished upon prudence; and yet she cannot assure to us the most trifling event.

A true friend is the most precious of all possessions and the one we take the least thought about acquiring.

Magnanimity is sufficiently defined by its name, nevertheless one can say it is the good sense of pride, the most noble way of receiving praise.

We do not praise others, ordinarily, but in order to be praised ourselves.

Thinkers think and doers do. But until the thinkers do and the doers think, progress will be just another word in the already overburdened vocabulary by sense.