Happiness consists not in having much, but in being content with little.

A poor man defended himself when charged with stealing food to appease the cravings of hunger, saying, the cries of the stomach silenced those of the conscience.

Conversation is the legs on which thought walks; and writing, the wings by which it flies.

In France, a woman may forget that she is neither young nor handsome; for the absence of these claims to attention does not expose her to be neglected by the male sex.

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

One of the most marked characteristics of our day is a reckless neglect of principles, and a rigid adherence to their semblance.

Happiness is a rare plant that seldom takes root on earth-few ever enjoyed it, except for a brief period; the search after it is rarely rewarded by the discovery, but there is an admirable substitute for it... a contented spirit.