The most exacting jailer is our own conscience.

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

None despise fame more heartily than those who have no possible claim to it.

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

Public opinion is a courtesan, whom we seek to please without respecting.

Of all trifles, titles are the lightest.

The happiness of the tender heart is increased by what it can take away from the wretchedness of others.