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A beautiful woman without fixed principles may be likened to those fair but rootless flowers which float in streams, driven by every breeze.

A man should never boast of his courage, nor a woman of her virtue, lest their doing so should be the cause of calling their possession of them into question.

A mother's love! O holy, boundless thing! Fountain whose waters never cease to spring!

A poor man defended himself when charged with stealing food to appease the cravings of hunger, saying, the cries of the stomach silenced those of the conscience.

A profound knowledge of life is the least enviable of all species of knowledge, because it can only be acquired by trials that make us regret the loss of our ignorance.

Arles is certainly one of the most interesting towns I have ever seen, whether viewed as a place remarkable for the objects of antiquity it contains, or for the primitive manners of its inhabitants and its picturesque appearance.

Bores: People who talk of themselves, when you are thinking only of yourself.

Borrowed thoughts, like borrowed money, only show the poverty of the borrower.

Calumny is the offspring of Envy.

Conversation is the legs on which thought walks; and writing, the wings by which it flies.

Despotism subjects a nation to one tyrant; democracy, to many.

Flattery, if judiciously administered, is always acceptable.

Flowers are the bright remembrances of youth; they waft us back, with their bland odorous breath, the joyous hours that only young life knows, ere we have learnt that this fair earth hides graves.

Friends are the thermometer by which we may judge the temperature of our fortunes.

Genius is the gold in the mine, talent is the miner who works and brings it out.

Happiness consists not in having much, but in being content with little.

Happiness is a rare plant that seldom takes root on earth-few ever enjoyed it, except for a brief period; the search after it is rarely rewarded by the discovery, but there is an admirable substitute for it... a contented spirit.

Heaven sends us misfortunes as a moral tonic.

Here Fashion is a despot, and no one dreams of evading its dictates.

He who fears not, is to be feared.

[His mind] was like a volcano, full of fire and wealth, sometimes calm, often dazzling and playful, but ever threatening. It ran swift as the lightning from one subject to another, and occasionally burst forth in passionate throes of intellect, nearly allied to madness.

Imagination, which is the Eldorado of the poet and of the novel-writer, often proves the most pernicious gift to the individuals who compose the talkers instead of the writers in society.

In France, a woman may forget that she is neither young nor handsome; for the absence of these claims to attention does not expose her to be neglected by the male sex.

Love and enthusiasm are always ridiculous, when not reciprocated by their objects.

Love in France is a comedy; in England a tragedy; in Italy an opera seria; and in Germany a melodrama.

Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.

Many minds that have withstood the most severe trials have been broken down by a succession of ignoble cares.

Mediocrity is beneath a brave soul.

Memory seldom fails when its office is to show us the tombs of our buried hopes.

Men are capable of making great sacrifices, who are not willing to make the lesser ones, on which so much of the happiness of life depends. The great sacrifices are seldom called for, but the minor ones are in daily requisition; and the making them with cheerfulness and grace enhances their value.

Men who would persecute others for religious opinions, prove the errors of their own.

Modern historians are all would-be philosophers; who, instead of relating facts as they occurred, give us their version, or rather perversions of them, always colored by their political prejudices, or distorted to establish some theory . . .

Mountains appear more lofty the nearer they are approached, but great men resemble them not in this particular.

One of the most marked characteristics of our day is a reckless neglect of principles, and a rigid adherence to their semblance.

Only vain people wage war against the vanity of others.

Our weaknesses are the indigenous produce of our characters; but our strength is the forced fruit.

People are always willing to follow advice when it accords with their own wishes.

People seem to lose all respect for the past; events succeed each other with such velocity that the most remarkable one of a few years gone by, is no more remembered than if centuries had closed over it.

Pleasure is like a cordial - a little of it is not injurious, but too much destroys.

Praise is the only gift for which people are really grateful.

Prejudices are the chains forged by ignorance to keep men apart.

Reason dissipates the illusions of life, but does not console us for their departure.

Religion converts despair, which destroys, into resignation, which submits.

Society seldom forgives those who have discovered the emptiness of its pleasures, and who can live independent of it and them.

Some people are capable of making great sacrifices, but few are capable of concealing how much the effort has cost them; and it is this concealment that constitutes their value.

Spring is the season of hope, and autumn is that of memory.

Superstition is only the fear of belief, while religion is the confidence.

Superstition is but the fear of belief.

Sure there's different roads from this to Dungarvan* - some thinks one road pleasanter, and some think another; wouldn't it be mighty foolish to quarrel for this? - and sure isn't it twice worse to thry to interfere with people for choosing the road they like best to heaven?

Talent, like beauty, to be pardoned, must be obscure and unostentatious.