In youth we feel richer for every new illusion; in maturer years, for every one we lose.

There are questions so indiscreet, that they deserve neither truth nor falsehood in reply.

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!

The symptoms of compassion and benevolence, in some people, are like those minute guns which warn you that you are in deadly peril.

Happiness and Virtue clasp hands and walk together.

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?

The most dangerous of all flattery is the inferiority of those about us.