It is a little stream, which flows softly, but freshens everything along its course.

The best of lessons, for a good many people, would be to listen at a keyhole. It is a pity for such that the practice is dishonorable.

In youth we feel richer for every new illusion; in maturer years, for every one we lose.

Attention is a silent and perpetual flattery.

The very might of the human intellect reveals its limits.

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.

Repentance is accepted remorse.