Public opinion is a courtesan, whom we seek to please without respecting.
Our interests are grains of opium to our consciences, but they only put it to sleep for a terrible awakening.
Those virtues which cost us dear prove that we love God; those which are easy to us prove that He loves us.
The most exacting jailer is our own conscience.
We tire of those pleasures we take, but never of those we give.
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.