The mind is never more highly gratified than in contemplating a natural landscape.

False praise is always confined to the great.

Parsimony is enough to make the master of the golden mines as poor as he that has nothing; for a man may be brought to a morsel of bread by parsimony as well as profusion.

Custom is the great leveller. It corrects the inequality of fortune by lessening equally the pleasures of the prince and the pains of the peasant.

Whoever appears to have much cunning has in reality very little; being deficient in the essential article, which is, to hide cunning.

Seldom do we talk of ourselves with success. If I condemn myself, more is believed than is expressed; if I praise myself, much less.

Violent passions are formed in solitude. In the busy world no object has time to make a deep impression.