I have here only made a nosegay of culled flowers, and have brought nothing of my own but the thread that tied them together.

How many things we held yesterday as articles of faith which today we tell as fables.

An able reader often discovers in other people's writings perfections beyond those that the author put in or perceived, and lends them richer meanings and aspects.

To how many blockheads of my time has a cold and taciturn demeanor procured the credit of prudence and capacity!

Glory and repose are things that cannot possibly inhabit in one and the same place.

We must learn to suffer what we cannot evade.

Indeed, there is no such thing as an altogether ugly woman — or altogether beautiful.