Reason dissipates the illusions of life, but does not console us for their departure.

Praise is the only gift for which people are really grateful.

Superstition is but the fear of belief.

Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.

Heaven sends us misfortunes as a moral tonic.

Those who are formed to win general admiration are seldom calculated to bestow individual happiness.

Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never.