Let [children] be able to do all things, and love to do only the good.

Who does not in some sort live to others, does not live much to himself.

Love is like playing the piano. First you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the rules and play from your heart. If I were pressed to say why I loved him, I feel that my only reply could be: Because it was he, because it was I.

Scratching is one of nature's sweetest gratifications, and nearest at hand.

Nothing prints more lively in our minds than something we wish to forget.

I see this evident, that we willingly accord to piety only the services that flatter our passions.

There are some defeats more triumphant than victories.