No man is so perfect, so necessary to his friends as to give them no cause to miss him less.

Every hour in itself, as it respects us in particular, is the only one we can call our own.

The Opera is obviously the first draft of a fine spectacle; it suggests the idea of one.

Even the best intentioned of great men need a few scoundrels around them; there are some things you cannot ask an honest ma to do.

We are more sociable, and get on better with people by the heart than the intellect.

The pleasure a man of honor enjoys in the consciousness of having performed his duty is a reward he pays himself for all his pains.

There are certain people who so ardently and passionately desire a thing, that from dread of losing it they leave nothing undone to make them lose it.