Oh, what a valiant faculty is hope.

In plain truth, lying is an accursed vice. We are not men, nor have any other tie upon another, but by our word.

The least strained and most natural ways of the soul are the most beautiful; the best occupations are the least forced.

Friendship that possesses the whole soul, and there rules and sways with an absolute sovereignty, can admit of no rival.

It is a sign of contraction of the mind when it is content, or of weariness.

It is good to rub and polish our brain against that of others.

It is easier to write an indifferent poem than to understand a good one.