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

Without big words, how could many people say small things?

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

Let us respect gray Lairs, but, above all, our own.

Many fortunes, like rivers, have a pure source, but grow muddy as they grow large.

The wisest man may always learn something from the humblest peasant.

Conscience whispers, but interest screams aloud.