Men, like bullets, go farthest when they are smoothest.

Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.

People will not bear it when advice is violently given, even if it is well founded. Hearts are flowers; they remain open to the softly falling dew, but shut up in the violent downpour of rain.

What a father says to his children is not heard by the world, but it will be heard by posterity.

Variety of mere nothings gives more pleasure than uniformity of something.

A loving maiden grows unconsciously more bold.

Each departed friend is a magnet that attracts us to the next world.