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Adversity, which makes us indulgent to others, renders them severe towards us.

An angry woman is vindictive beyond measure, and hesitates at nothing in her bitterness.

Another life, if it were not better than this, would be less a promise than a threat.

A pedant holds more to instruct us with what he knows, than of what we are ignorant.

Conscience whispers, but interest screams aloud.

Doubt springs from the mind; faith is the daughter of the soul.

Do you know a young and beautiful woman who is not ready to flirt-just a little?

Every generous illusion of youth leaves a wrinkle as it departs. Experience is the successive disenchanting of the things of life; it is reason enriched with the heart's spoils.

Experience unveils too late the snares laid for youth; it is the white frost which discovers the spider's web when the flies are no longer there to be caught.

Genius, like a torch, shines less in the broad daylight of the present than in the night of the past.

Happiness is where we find it, but rarely where we seek it.

How many wells of science there are in whose depths there is nothing but clear water!

In a better world we will find our young years and our old friends.

In all that surrounds him the egotist sees only the frame of his own portrait.

In giving alms, let us rather look at the needs of the poor than his claim to your charity.

In love we are not only liable to betray ourselves, but also the secrets of others.

It is almost impossible to find those who admire us entirely lacking in taste.

It is easy to be virtuous in prospective.

It is more pitiable once to have been rich than not to be rich now.

It is not what we have but what we enjoy that constitutes our abundance.

It is only before those who are glad to hear it, and anxious to spread it, that we find it easy to speak ill of others.

It requires less character to discover the faults of others, than to tolerate them.

Loud indignation against vice often stands for virtue in the eyes of bigots.

Many fortunes, like rivers, have a pure source, but grow muddy as they grow large.

No woman dares express all she thinks.

Of all trifles, titles are the lightest.

Our interests are grains of opium to our consciences, but they only put it to sleep for a terrible awakening.

Our virtues live upon our incomes; our vices consume our capital.

Pleasure and satiety live next door to each other.

Public opinion is a courtesan, whom we seek to please without respecting.

Rage is a short-lived fury.

Religion is the hospital of the souls that the world has wounded.

Some delicate matters must be treated like pins, because if they are not seized by the right end, we get pricked.

That prudery which survives youth and beauty resembles a scarecrow left in the fields after harvest.

The grave is a crucible where memory is purified; we only remember a dead friend by those qualities which make him regretted.

The happiness of the tender heart is increased by what it can take away from the wretchedness of others.

The less power a man has, the more he likes to use it.

The most exacting jailer is our own conscience.

The politics of courtiers resemble their shadows; they cringe and turn with the sun of the day.

There are philanthropists who, incapable of managing their own little affairs, take upon themselves those of the whole world; but as their creditors always outnumber their disciples, they owe humanity more than she will ever owe them.

There are some errors so sweet that we repent them only to bring them to memory.

There are wounds of self-love which one does not confess to one's dearest friends.

There is a proverb in the South that a woman laughs when she can, and weeps when she pleases.

There is certainly no beauty on earth which exceeds the natural loveliness of woman.

The true worth of a soul is revealed as much by the motive it attributes to the actions of others as by its own deeds.

The virtuous woman flees from danger; she trusts more to her prudence in shunning it than in her strength to overcome it.

The wisest man may always learn something from the humblest peasant.

The wonderful fortune of some writers deludes and leads to misery a great number of young people. It cannot be too often repeated that it is dangerous to enter upon a career of letters without some other means of living. An illustrious author has said in these times, "Literature must not be leant on as upon a crutch; it is little more than a stick.

The wonderful fortune of some writers deludes and leads to misery a great number of young people.

Those virtues which cost us dear prove that we love God; those which are easy to us prove that He loves us.