In youth, grief comes with a rush and overflow, but it dries up, too, like the torrent. In the winter of life it remains a miserable pool, resisting all evaporation.

If it were ever allowable to forget what is due to superiority of rank, it would be when the privileged themselves remember it.

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

Only those faults which we encounter in ourselves are insufferable to us in others.

Men are always invoking justice; yet it is justice which should make them tremble.

The most culpable of the excesses of Liberty is the harm she does herself.

Our faults afflict us more than our good deeds console. Pain is ever uppermost in the conscience as in the heart.