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

Those can most easily dispense with society who are the most calculated to adorn it; they only are dependent on it who possess no mental resources, for though they bring nothing to the general mart, like beggars, they are too poor to stay at home.

I see little alteration at Lyons since I formerly passed through it. Its manufactories are, nevertheless, flourishing, though less improvement than could be expected is visible in the external aspect of the place.

There is no magician like love.

Grief is, of all the passions, the one that is the most ingenious and indefatigable in finding food for its own subsistence.

It is a sad thing to look at happiness only through another's eyes.

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