The best happiness will be to escape the worst misery.

History, we know, is apt to repeat itself.

Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.

I have nothing to tell except travellers' stories, which are always tiresome, like the description of a play which was very exciting to those who saw it.

It is better sometimes not to follow great reformers of abuses beyond the threshold of their homes.

Starting a long way off the true point, and proceeding by loops and zigzags , we now and then arrive just where we ought to be.

Would not love see returning penitence afar off, and fall on its neck and kiss it?