Religion is the hospital of the souls that the world has wounded.

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

We find ourselves less witty in remembering what we have said than in dreaming of what we would have said.

What we gain by experience is not worth that we lose in illusion

There are wounds of self-love which one does not confess to one's dearest friends.

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.