The virtuous woman flees from danger; she trusts more to her prudence in shunning it than in her strength to overcome it.

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

Do not crowd the understanding; it can comprehend so much and no more. A pint pot will not contain the measure of a quart.

Religion is the hospital of the souls that the world has wounded.

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

Genius, like a torch, shines less in the broad daylight of the present than in the night of the past.

The grave is a crucible where memory is purified; we only remember a dead friend by those qualities which make him regretted.