The noblest deeds are well enough set forth in simple language; emphasis spoils them.

All of our unhappiness comes from our inability to be alone.

An inconstant woman is one who is no longer in love; a false woman is one who is already in love with another person; a fickle woman is she who neither knows whom she loves nor whether she loves or not; and the indifferent woman, one who does not love at all.

If some persons died, and others did not die, death would be a terrible affliction.

There is no employment in the world so laborious as that of making to one's self a great name; life ends before one has scarcely made the first rough draught of his work.

Grief at the absence of a loved one is happiness compared to life with a person one hates.

It seems to me that the spirit of politeness is a certain attention in causing that, by our words and by our manners, others may be content with us and with themselves.