Yes, the meeting of dear friends atones for the regret of separation; and like it so much enhances affection, that after absence one wonders how one has been able to stay away from them so long.

Mediocrity is beneath a brave soul.

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

Society punishes not the vices of its members, but their detection.

There is no knowledge for which so great a price is paid as a knowledge of the world; and no one ever became an adept in it except at the expense of a hardened or a wounded heart.

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

Superstition is but the fear of belief.