Happiness and Virtue clasp hands and walk together.
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!
Since there must be chimeras, why is not perfection the chimera of all men?
A malicious enemy is better than a clumsy friend.
We are often prophets to others only because we are our own historians.
When any one tells you that he belongs to no party, you may at any rate be sure that he does not belong to yours.