We are often prophets to others only because we are our own historians.

Attention is a silent and perpetual flattery.

We do not judge men by what they are in themselves, but by what they are relatively to us.

Love sometimes elevates, creates new qualities, suspends the working of evil inclinations; but only for a day. Love, then, is an Oriental despot, whose glance lifts a slave from the dust, and then consigns him to it again.

Repentance is accepted remorse.

The world has no sympathy with any but positive griefs. It will pity you for what you lose; never for what you lack

We deceive ourselves when we fancy that only weakness needs support. Strength needs it far more.