How sternly we reproach virtue for its failings, how indulgent we are to the better qualities of vice!
The secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, forgotten because it was properly done.
Some troubles, like a protested note of a solvent debtor, bear interest.
Carelessness in dressing is moral suicide.
Little minds find satisfaction for their feelings, good or bad, in little things.
Virtue, perhaps, is nothing more than politeness of soul.