fretting at trouble only doubles it.

To be made evident, truth must be sought for; for of itself it is slow to appear, and between ourselves and God the obstacles are so many!

There are no more thorough prudes than those who have some little secret to hide.

One never knows how much a family may grow; and when a hive is too full, and it is necessary to form a new swarm, each one thinks of carrying away his own honey.

The publication of a book only brings very paltry results to its author.

One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe.

The masses are still ungrateful or ignorant. They prefer murder, poisonings, and crimes generally to a literature possessed of style and feeling.