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.

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.

Superstition is but the fear of belief.

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

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

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

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.