We love a girl for very different qualities than understanding. We love her for her beauty, her youth, her mirth, her confidingness, her character, with its faults, caprices and God knows what other inexpressible charms; but we do not love her understanding.

Who is the most sensible person? The one who finds what is to their own advantage in all that happens to them.

Woe to falsehood! it affords no relief to the breast, like truth; it gives us no comfort, pains him who forges it, and like an arrow directed by a god flies back and wounds the archer.

If you start to think of your physical and moral condition, you usually find that you are sick.

Where the light is brightest, the shadows are deepest.

How often do I lull my seething blood to rest, for you have never seen anything so unsteady, so uncertain, as this heart.

All of us, just because we are able to talk, also believe we are able to talk about language.