The quarrels of lovers are like summer storms. Everything is more beautiful when they have passed.

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

Want of perseverance is the great fault of women in everything--morals, attention to health, friendship, and so on. It cannot be too often repeated that women never reach the end of anything through want of perseverance.

In looking around me seeking for miserable resources against the heaviness of time, I open a book and I say to myself, as the cat to the fox: I have only one good turn, but I need no other.

Indulgence, twin sister of guilt.

Where love and wisdom drink out of the same cup, in this everyday world, it is the exception.

You may be more prodigal of time than of money.