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

Spring is the season of hope, and autumn is that of memory.

Love and enthusiasm are always ridiculous, when not reciprocated by their objects.

A German writer observes: "The noblest characters only show themselves in their real light. All others act comedy with their fellow-men even unto the grave.

A beautiful woman without fixed principles may be likened to those fair but rootless flowers which float in streams, driven by every breeze.

The difference between weakness and wickedness is much less than people suppose; and the consequences are nearly always the same.

Society seldom forgives those who have discovered the emptiness of its pleasures, and who can live independent of it and them.