That experience which does not make us better makes us worse.

That prudery which survives youth and beauty resembles a scarecrow left in the fields after harvest.

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

Those virtues which cost us dear prove that we love God; those which are easy to us prove that He loves us.

There are philanthropists who, incapable of managing their own little affairs, take upon themselves those of the whole world; but as their creditors always outnumber their disciples, they owe humanity more than she will ever owe them.

In a better world we will find our young years and our old friends.

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