There are natures in which, if they love us, we are conscious of having a sort of baptism and consecration.

There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.

People who live at a distance are naturally less faulty than those immediately under our own eyes.

You know nothing about Hope, that immortal, delicious maiden forever courted forever propitious, whom fools have called deceitful, as if it were Hope that carried the cup of disappointment, whereas it is her deadly enemy, Certainty, whom she only es

But with regard to critical occasions, it often happens that all moments seem comfortably remote until the last.

There is nothing that will kill a man so soon as having nobody to find fault with but himself.

The devil tempts us not--'tis we tempt him, Reckoning his skill with opportunity.