When death gives us a long lease of life, it takes as hostages all those whom we have loved.

The more heart, the more sorrow.

Our own cast-off sorrows are not sufficient to constitute sympathy for others.

Love is the only possession which we can carry with us beyond the grave.

Indulgence, twin sister of guilt.

Recognized probity is the surest of all oaths.

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.