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

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

Flattery, if judiciously administered, is always acceptable.

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

There are some chagrins of the heart which a friend ought to try to console without betraying a knowledge of their existence, as there are physical maladies which a physician ought to seek to heal without letting the sufferer know that he has discovered their extent.

Wit is the lightning of the mind, reason the sunshine, and reflection the moonlight.

People seem to lose all respect for the past; events succeed each other with such velocity that the most remarkable one of a few years gone by, is no more remembered than if centuries had closed over it.