As ten millions of circles can never make a square, so the united voice of myriads cannot lend the smallest foundation to falsehood.

The ingratitude of the world can never deprive us of the conscious happiness of having acted with humanity ourselves.

Pity and friendship are two passions incompatible with each other.

There are some faults so nearly allied to excellence that we can scarce weed out the vice without eradicating the virtue.

Unequal combinations are always disadvantageous to the weaker side.

Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word From those who spoke her praise.

A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes.