There is a manner of forgiveness so divine that you are ready to embrace the offender for having called it forth.

What do I owe to my times, to my country, to my neighbors, to my friends? Such are the questions which a virtuous man ought often to ask himself.

True philosophy is that which renders us to ourselves, and all others who surround us, better, and at the same time more content, more patient, more calm and more ready for all decent and pure enjoyment.

Words are the wings of actions.

There are no friends more inseparable than pride and hardness of heart, humility and love, falsehood and impudence.

Him, who incessantly laughs in the street, you may commonly hear grumbling in his closet.

All belief that does not make us more happy, more free, more loving, more active, more calm, is, I fear, a mistaken and superstitious belief.