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

Suspicion has its dupes, as well as credulity.

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?

We are always looking into the future, but we see only the past.

When we see the shameful fortunes amassed in all quarters of the globe, are we not impelled to exclaim that Judas' thirty pieces of silver have fructified across the centuries?

To love deeply in one direction makes us more loving in all others.