What I value most next to eternity is time.

When any one tells you that he belongs to no party, you may at any rate be sure that he does not belong to yours.

Virtue is the daughter of Religion; Repentance, her adopted child,--a poor orphan who, without the asylum which she offers, would not know where to hide her sole treasure, her tears!

Attention is a silent and perpetual flattery.

Our vanity is the constant enemy of our dignity.

The beings who appear cold, but are only timid, adore where they dare to love.

A good, finished scandal, fully armed and equipped, such as circulates in the world, is rarely the production of a single individual, or even of a single coterie. It sees the light in one; is rocked and nurtured in another; is petted, developed, and attains its growth in a third; and receives its finishing touches only after passing through a multitude of hands. It is a child that can count a host of fathers--all ready to disown it.