Conscience whispers, but interest screams aloud.

Of all trifles, titles are the lightest.

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

Perfect servants would be the worst of all for certain masters, whose happiness consists in finding fault with them.

Loud indignation against vice often stands for virtue in the eyes of bigots.

Doubt springs from the mind; faith is the daughter of the soul.

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