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

The true worth of a soul is revealed as much by the motive it attributes to the actions of others as by its own deeds.

Nothing for preserving the body like having no heart.

There are wounds of self-love which one does not confess to one's dearest friends.

Without big words, how could many people say small things?

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

Another life, if it were not better than this, would be less a promise than a threat.