In science the new is an advance; but in morals, as contradicting our inner ideals and historic idols, it is ever a retrogression.

Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?

Whenever, at a party, I have been in the mood to study fools, I have always looked for a great beauty: they always gather round her like flies around a fruit stall.

Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.

As winter strips the leaves from around us, so that we may see the distant regions they formerly concealed, so old age takes away our enjoyments only to enlarge the prospect of the coming eternity.

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

It is simpler and easier to flatter people than to praise them.