Trust him not with your secrets, who, when left alone in your room, turns over your papers.

Desire is the uneasiness a man finds in himself upon the absence of anything whose present enjoyment carries the idea of delight with it.

He who, when called upon to speak a disagreeable truth, tells it boldly and has done is both bolder and milder than he who nibbles in a low voice and never ceases nibbling.

The true friend of truth and good loves them under all forms, but he loves them most under the most simple form.

He whom common, gross, or stale objects allure, and when obtained, content, is a vulgar being, incapable of greatness in thought or action.

Defeat serves to enlighten us.

Dress is an index of your contents.