Hatred is a prolific vice; envy, a barren vice.
Origins are of the greatest importance. We are almost reconciled to having a cold when we remember where we caught it.
In meeting again after a separation, acquaintances ask after our outward life, friends after our inner life.
An opinion may be controverted; a prejudice, never.
Where would the power of women be, were it not for the vanity of men?
Wit is an intermittent fountain; kindness is a perennial spring.