Everything that is exquisite hides itself.

At first we hope too much and later on, not enough.

The vital air of friendship is composed of confidence. Friendship perishes in proportion as this air diminishes.

I look at what I have not and think myself unhappy; others look at what I have and think me happy.

A face which is always serene possesses a mysterious and powerful attraction: sad hearts come to it as to the sun to warm themselves again.

Solitude vivifies, isolation kills.

What is slander? A verdict of "guilty" pronounced in the absence of the accused, with closed doors, without defence or appeal, by an interested and prejudiced judge.