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

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.

The less power a man has, the more he likes to use it.

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

Many fortunes, like rivers, have a pure source, but grow muddy as they grow large.

Of all trifles, titles are the lightest.

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