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.

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 all that surrounds him the egotist sees only the frame of his own portrait.

Conscience whispers, but interest screams aloud.

There are some errors so sweet that we repent them only to bring them to memory.

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

Rage is a short-lived fury.