When you talk yourself, you think how witty, how original, how acute you are; but when another does so, you are very apt to think only - What a crib from Rochefoucauld!
Fame! it is the flower of a day, that dies when the next sun rises.
Petty laws breed great crimes.
Charity is a flower not naturally of earthly growth, and it needs manuring with a promise of profit.
A great love is an absolute isolation and an absolute absorption.
There is a self-evident axiom, that she who is born a beauty is half married.