He who has ceased to enjoy his friend's superiority has ceased to love him.

Truth only is prolific. Error, sterile in itself, produces only by means of the portion of truth which it contains. It may have offspring, but the life which it gives, like that of the hybrid races, cannot be transmitted.

The mind wears the colors of the soul, as a valet those of his master.

I like people to be saints; but I want them to be first and superlatively honest men.

In retirement, the passage of time seems accelerated. Nothing warns us of its flight. It is a wave which never murmurs, because there is no obstacle to its flow.

Happiness and Virtue clasp hands and walk together.

Since there must be chimeras, why is not perfection the chimera of all men?