Friendship * * * is a long time in forming, it is of slow growth, through many trials and months of familiarity.

You may drive a dog off the King's armchair, and it will climb into the preacher's pulpit; he views the world unmoved, unembarrassed, unabashed.

The majority of women have no principles of their own; they are guided by the heart, and depend for their own conduct, upon that of the men they love.

Manners carry the world for the moment, character for all time.

We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together.

That man is good who does good to others; if he suffers on account of the good he does, he is very good; if he suffers at the hands of those to whom he has done good, then his goodness is so great that it could be enhanced only by greater sufferings; and if he should die at their hands, his virtue can go no further: it is heroic, it is perfect.

The first day one is a guest, the second a burden, and the third a pest.