The passions of the young are vices in the old.

I quit Paris unwillingly, because I must part from my friends; and I quit the country unwillingly, because I must part from myself.

There is in the soul a taste for the good, just as there is in the body an appetite for enjoyment.

We are all of us more or less echoes, repeating involuntarily the virtues, the defects, the movements, and the characters of those among whom we live.

Xenophon wrote with a swan's quill, Plato with a pen of gold, and Thucydides with a brazen stylus.

All gardeners live in beautiful places because they make them so.

Genuine bon mots surprise those from whose lips they fall, no less than they do those who listen to them.