After thirty, a man wakes up sad every morning, excepting perhaps five or six, until the day of his death.

Good manners are made up of petty sacrifices.

Crime and punishment grow out of one stem. Punishment is a fruit that unsuspected ripens within the flower of the pleasure which concealed it.

The resources of the scholar are proportioned to his confidence in the attributes of the intellect.

The influence of fine scenery, the presence of mountains, appeases our irritations and elevates our friendships.

The wonder is that we can see these trees and not wonder more.

When the eyes say one thing, and the tongue another, a practiced man relies on the language of the first.