We are rich only through what we give.

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 have ideas is to gather flowers; to think is to weave them into garlands.

Consolation heaps without contact; somewhat like the blessed air which we need but to breathe.

The most dangerous of all flattery is the inferiority of those about us.

When fresh sorrows have caused us to take some steps in the right way, we may not complain. We have invested in a life annuity, but the income remains.

To reveal imprudently the spot where we are most sensitive and vulnerable is to invite a blow. The demigod Achilles admitted no one to his confidence.