Malice is poisoned by her own venom.

He, who cannot forgive a trespass of malice to his enemy, has never yet tasted the most sublime enjoyment of love.

It is a poor wit who lives by borrowing the words, decisions, mien, inventions and actions of others.

Each particle of matter is an immensity, each leaf a world, each insect an inexplicable compendium.

Joy and grief decide character. What exalts prosperity? what imbitters grief? what leaves us indifferent? what interests us? As the interest of man, so his God - as his God, so he.

The more honesty a man has, the less he affects the air of a saint.

He who sedulously attends, pointedly asks, calmly speaks, coolly answers and ceases when he has no more to say is in possession of some of the best requisites of man