In science the new is an advance; but in morals, as contradicting our inner ideals and historic idols, it is ever a retrogression.
In women everything is heart, even the head.
It is easy to flatter; it is harder to praise.
A man never discloses his own character so clearly as when he describes anothers.
Men, like bullets, go farthest when they are smoothest.
Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.