Where there is a question of economy, I prefer privation.
Indulgence is lovely in the sinless; toleration, adorable in the pious and believing heart.
Attention is a silent and perpetual flattery.
We are all of us, in this world, more or less like St. January, whom the inhabitants of Naples worship one day, and pelt with baked apples the next.
Youth should be a savings bank.
We are rich only through what we give.