Conscience is a dog that does not stop us from passing but that we cannot prevent from barking.

What we love intensely or for a long time we are likely to bring within the citadel, and to assert as part of oneself.

Most anthologists of poetry or quotations are like those who eat cherries or oysters, first picking the best and ending by eating everything.

Love, a pleasant folly; ambition, a serious stupidity.

Remorse turns us against ourselves.

A man is not necessarily intelligent because he has plenty of ideas, any more than he is a good general because he has plenty of soldiers.

Chance is a nickname for Providence.