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

To have ideas is to gather flowers; to think is to weave them into garlands.

When we see the shameful fortunes amassed in all quarters of the globe, are we not impelled to exclaim that Judas' thirty pieces of silver have fructified across the centuries?

I study much, and the more I study, the oftener I go back to those first principles which are so simple that childhood itself can lisp them.

We reform others unconsciously when we walk uprightly.

Friendship is like those ancient altars where the unhappy, and even the guilty, found a sure asylum.

We are all of us, in this world, more or less like St. January, whom the inhabitants of Naples worship one day, and pelt with baked apples the next.