Every man has a sane spot somewhere.

So soon as prudence has begun to grow up in the brain, like a dismal fungus, it finds its first expression in a paralysis of generous acts.

I am told there are people who do not care for maps, and I find it hard to believe.

And if a man reads very hard, as the old anecdote reminds us, he will have little time for thought.

Do not write merely to be understood. Write so you cannot possibly be misunderstood.

We should strive to go on in fortune and misfortune like a clock during a thunderstorm.

Absences are a good influence in love and keep it bright and delicate.