Many think that when they have confessed a fault there is no need of correcting it.

We usually learn to wait only when we have no longer anything to wait for.

How happy are the pessimists! What joy is theirs when they have proved there is no joy.

We are so vain that we even care for the opinion of those we don't care for.

When the time comes in which one could, the time has passed in which one can.

Imaginary evils are incurable.

n every exalted joy, there mingles a sense of gratitude.