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

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

Loud indignation against vice often stands for virtue in the eyes of bigots.

It is easy to be virtuous in prospective.

Women always find their bitterest foes among their own sex.

Every generous illusion of youth leaves a wrinkle as it departs. Experience is the successive disenchanting of the things of life; it is reason enriched with the heart's spoils.

We are told to walk noiselessly through the world, that we may waken neither hatred, nor envy; but, alas! what can we do when they never sleep!