Love's greatest miracle is the curing of coquetry.

One honor won is a surety for more.

The violence done us by others is often less painful than that which we do to ourselves.

There is a form of eminence which does not depend on fate; it is an air which sets us apart and seems to prtend great things; it is the value which we unconsciously attach to ourselves; it is the quality which wins us deference of others; more than birth, position, or ability, it gives us ascendance.

All our qualities, whether good or bad, are unstable and ambiguous, and almost all are at the mery of chance.

Nothing is rarer than true good nature; they who are reputed to have it are generally only pliant or weak.

Renewed friendships require more care than those that have never been broken.