There is always more misery among the lower classes than there is humanity in the higher.

You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it.

It is those books which a man possesses but does not read which constitute the most suspicious evidence against him.

The soul helps the body, and at certain moments raises it. It is the only bird that sustains its cage.

Idleness, pleasure, what abysses! To do nothing is a dreary course to take, be sure of it. To live idle upon the substance of society! To be useless, that is to say, noxious! This leads straight to the lowest depth of misery.

Short as life is, we make it still shorter by the careless waste of time.

The delight we inspire in others has this enchanting peculiarity that, far from being diminished like every other reflection, it returns to us more radiant than ever.