The best of lessons, for a good many people, would be to listen at a keyhole. It is a pity for such that the practice is dishonorable.

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

The very might of the human intellect reveals its limits.

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

Let us not fail to scatter along our pathway the seeds of kindness and sympathy. Some of them will doubtless perish; but if one only lives, it will perfume our steps and rejoice our eyes.

Attention is a silent and perpetual flattery.

The most culpable of the excesses of Liberty is the harm she does herself.