Ah! how much a mother learns from her child! The constant protection of a helpless being forces us to so strict an alliance with virtue, that a woman never shows to full advantage except as a mother. Then alone can her character expand in the fulfillment of all life's duties and the enjoyment of all its pleasures.

There are as many mediocrities exalted through pity as masters decried through envy.

Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles.

The boor covers himself, the rich man or the fool adorns himself, and the elegant man gets dressed.

If we all said to people's faces what we say behind one another's backs, society would be impossible.

How sternly we reproach virtue for its failings, how indulgent we are to the better qualities of vice!

Though your vulgarian does not readily admit that feelings can change overnight, certainly two lovers often part far more abruptly than they came together.