Repentance is accepted remorse.

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.

We are amused through the intellect, but it is the heart that saves us from ennui.

Where there is a question of economy, I prefer privation.

There are two ways of attaining an important end, force and perseverance; the silent power of the latter grows irresistible with time.

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.

Old age is not one of the beauties of creation, but it is one of its harmonies.