Love is the only possession which we can carry with us beyond the grave.
Recognized probity is the surest of all oaths.
Too many wish to be happy before becoming wise.
A pure style in writing results from the rejection of everything superfluous.
Order in a house ought to be like the machinery in opera, whose effect produces great pleasure, but whose ends must be hid.
Reason ought not, like vanity, to adorn herself with ancient parchments, and the display of a genealogical tree; more dignified in her proceedings, and proud of her immortal nature, she ought to derive everything from herself.