There are but very few men clever enough to know all the mischief they do.

Hope and fear are inseparable.

When our vices leave us, we like to imagine it is we who are leaving them.

A respectable man may love madly, but not foolishly.

We come altogether fresh and raw into the several stages of life, and often find ourselves without experience, despite our years.

The pleasure of love is in loving; we are happier in the passion we feel than in what we inspire.

In infants, levity is a prettiness; in men a shameful defect; but in old age, a monstrous folly.