Spring is the season of hope, and autumn is that of memory.

A beautiful woman without fixed principles may be likened to those fair but rootless flowers which float in streams, driven by every breeze.

There is no cosmetic like happiness

... I never will allow myself to form an ideal of any person I desire to see, for disappointment never fails to ensue.

Superstition is but the fear of belief.

The difference between weakness and wickedness is much less than people suppose; and the consequences are nearly always the same.

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.