At a certain depth of distress, the poor, in their stupor, groan no longer over evil, and are no longer thankful for good.
Success is a very hideous thing. Its false resemblance to merit deceives men.
What is fright by night is curiosity by day.
Life is a flower of which love is honey.
We would be ashamed of our best behavior if the people knew the motives of our behaving so.
There are moments when a rope's end, a pole, the branch of the tree, is life itself, and it is a frightful thing to see a living being lose his hold upon it, and fall like a ripe fruit.