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?

Antiquity is a species of aristocracy with which it is not easy to be on visiting terms.

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

A friendship will be young after the lapse of half a century; a passion is old at the end of three months.

Love sometimes elevates, creates new qualities, suspends the working of evil inclinations; but only for a day. Love, then, is an Oriental despot, whose glance lifts a slave from the dust, and then consigns him to it again.

The heart has always the pardoning power.

Let us resist the opinion of the world fearlessly, provided only that our self-respect grows in proportion to our indifference.