How many wells of science there are in whose depths there is nothing but clear water!

There are some errors so sweet that we repent them only to bring them to memory.

It is not what we have but what we enjoy that constitutes our abundance.

The virtuous woman flees from danger; she trusts more to her prudence in shunning it than in her strength to overcome it.

Every generous illusion of youth leaves a wrinkle as it departs. Experience is the successive disenchanting of the things of life; it is reason enriched with the heart's spoils.

In love we are not only liable to betray ourselves, but also the secrets of others.

It is easy to be virtuous in prospective.