There is certainly no beauty on earth which exceeds the natural loveliness of woman.

It is easy to be virtuous in prospective.

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

Envy, like flame, blackens that which is above it, and which it cannot reach.

When our friends are alive, we see the good qualities they lack; dead, we remember only those they possessed.

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

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