We use up in the passions the stuff that was given us for happiness.

Think that day lost whose descending sun, views from thy hand no noble action done.

Those who never retract their opinions love themselves more than they love the truth.

It may be said that it is with our thoughts as with our flowers. Those whose expression is simple carry their seed with them; those that are double by their richness and pomp charm the mind, but produce nothing.

Old age takes from the man of intellect no qualities save those that are useless to wisdom.

Tenderness is the rest of passion.

A part of kindness consists in loving people more than they deserve.