None despise fame more heartily than those who have no possible claim to it.

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

Experience unveils too late the snares laid for youth; it is the white frost which discovers the spider's web when the flies are no longer there to be caught.

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

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.

Do not crowd the understanding; it can comprehend so much and no more. A pint pot will not contain the measure of a quart.

The hatred we bear our enemies injures their happiness less than our own.