He who reforms, God assists.

In short, virtue cannot live where envy reigns, nor liberality subsist with niggardliness.

The beauty of some women has days and seasons, depending upon accidents which diminish or increase it; nay, the very passions of the mind naturally improve or impair it, and very often utterly destroy it.

Arms are my ornaments, warfare my repose.

The pen is the language of the soul; as the concepts that in it are generated, such will be its writings.

Translating from one language to another, unless it is from Greek and Latin, the queens of all languages, is like looking at Flemish tapestries from the wrong side, for although the figures are visible, they are covered by threads that obscure them, and cannot be seen with the smoothness and color of the right side.

Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.