If those who are the enemies of innocent amusements had the direction of the world, they would take away the spring, and youth, the former from the year, the latter from human life.

If the human heart sometimes finds moments of pause as it ascends the slopes of affection, it rarely halts on the way down.

Men are so made that they can resist sound argument, and yet yield to a glance.

We flew back home like swallows. 'Is it happiness that makes us so light?' Agathe asked.

The causes that govern the heart appear to be wholly alien to the results achieved. Are the forces that moved a desperate criminal the same that fill a martyr with pride, as both mount the scaffold?

Memories beautify life, but the capacity to forget makes it bearable.

Admiration bestowed upon any one but ourselves is always tedious.