Joys are our wings, sorrows our spurs.
A man never discloses his own character so clearly as when he describes another's.
Men, like bullets, go farthest when they are smoothest.
The parent is low, who having children, truly feels bored.
Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.
No one is more profoundly sad as one who laughs too much.
Memory is the only paradise from which we cannot be driven.
Idleness is many gathered miseries in one name.
No heroine can create a hero through love of one, but she can give birth to one.
Humankind's chief fault is that they have so many small ones.
Strong character is brought out by change, weak ones by permanence.
No rest is worth anything except the rest that is earned.
Without God there is for mankind no purpose, no goal, no hope, only a wavering future, an eternal dread of every darkness.
Passion makes the best observations and the sorriest conclusions.
The words that a father speaks to his children in the privacy of home are not heard by the world, but, as in whispering galleries, they are clearly heard at the end, and by posterity.
Strong characters are brought out by change of situation, and gentle ones by permanence.
The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.
Weaklings must lie.
It is simpler and easier to flatter people than to praise them.
The child is not to be educated for the present, but for the remote future, and often is opposition to the immediate future.