I strove with none, for none was worth my strife. Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art: I warm'd both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

A little praise is good for a shy temper; it teaches it to rely on the kindness of others.

In the morn of life we are alert, we are heated in its noon, and only in its decline do we repose.

The foundation of domestic happiness is faith in the virtue of woman.

The happiest of pillows is not that which love first presses! it is that which death has frowned on and passed over.

Great men too often have greater faults than little men can find room for.

He who brings ridicule to bear against truth finds in his hand a blade without a hilt.