Modesty is the conscience of the body.

If you are to judge a man, you must know his secret thoughts, sorrows, and feelings; to know merely the outward events of a man's life would only serve to make a chronological table-a fool's notion of history.

Sects differ more in name than tenets.

The Parisan, sauntering the streets idly, is as often a man in despair as a lounger.

Great minds always tend to see virtue in misfortune.

Nothing is irredeemably ugly but sin.

Love is not only a feeling, it is also an art. A simple word, a sensitive precaution, a mere nothing reveal to a woman the sublime artist who can touch her heart without withering it.