The most exacting jailer is our own conscience.

We forget the origin of a parvenu if he remembers it; we remember it if he forgets it.

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

People who declare that they belong to no party certainly do not belong to ours.

The most exacting jailer is our own conscience.

Adversity, which makes us indulgent to others, renders them severe towards us.

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