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

Men who would persecute others for religious opinions, prove the errors of their own.

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 . . .

A man should never boast of his courage, nor a woman of her virtue, lest their doing so should be the cause of calling their possession of them into question.

We never respect those who amuse us, however we may smile at their comic powers

Friends are the thermometer by which we may judge the temperature of our fortunes.

Here Fashion is a despot, and no one dreams of evading its dictates.