Self-love, so sensitive in its own cause, has rarely any sympathy to spare for others.
[Ridicule] laughs at all those who see the earnestness of life and who still believe in true feelings and in serious thought ... It soils the hope of youth. Only shameless vice is above its reach.
It is not enough to forgive; one must forget.
Who understands much, forgives much.
Providence protects us in all the details of our lot.
Life often seems like a long shipwreck of which the debris are friendship, glory, and love. - The shores of existence are strewn with them.