The heart is an astrologer that always divines the truth.

The dower of great beauty has always been misfortune, since happiness and beauty do not agree together.

What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast, a bird?

No virtue can be real that has not been tried. The gold in the crucible alone is perfect; the loadstone tests the steel, and the diamond is tried by the diamond, while metals gleam the brighter in the furnace.

All must yield to the weight of years; conquest is not difficult for time.

These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms.

Great events have sent before them their announcements.