Talent, like beauty, to be pardoned, must be obscure and unostentatious.

When we bring back with us the objects most dear, and find those we left unchanged, we are tempted to doubt the lapse of time; but one link in the chain of affection broken, and every thing seems altered.

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

A profound knowledge of life is the least enviable of all species of knowledge, because it can only be acquired by trials that make us regret the loss of our ignorance.

Superstition is but the fear of belief.

Memory seldom fails when its office is to show us the tombs of our buried hopes.

Love in France is a comedy; in England a tragedy; in Italy an opera seria; and in Germany a melodrama.