Society punishes not the vices of its members, but their detection.

Flowers are the bright remembrances of youth; they waft us back, with their bland odorous breath, the joyous hours that only young life knows, ere we have learnt that this fair earth hides graves.

There are no persons capable of stooping so low as those who desire to rise in the world.

The future: A consolation for those who have no other.

Religion converts despair, which destroys, into resignation, which submits.

Flattery, if judiciously administered, is always acceptable.

Modern historians are all would-be philosophers; who, instead of relating facts as they occurred, give us their version, or rather perversions of them, always colored by their political prejudices, or distorted to establish some theory . . .