We seldom praise anyone in good earnest, except such as admire us.

There is many a virtuous woman weary of her trade.

In great affairs we ought to apply ourselves less to creating chances than to profiting from those that offer.

If it were not for poetry, few men would ever fall in love.

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

A man for whom accident discovers sense, is not a rational being. A man only is so who understands, who distinguishes, who tests it.

Some people are so extremely whiffling and inconsiderable that they are as far from any real faults as from substantial virtues.