What isn’t clear, isn’t French.

Obtuseness is sometimes a virtue.

Tenderness is the infancy of love.

There is even the dignity of vice.

Silence never yet betrayed any one!

Mutability is written upon all things.

Women read each other at a single glance.

The world is governed by love,--self-love.

Indolence and stupidity are first cousins.

Vices are often habits rather than passions.

Memory always obeys the commands of the heart.

True felicity consists of its own consciousness.

There is nothing so unready as readiness of wit.

Cats don't caress us-they caress themselves on us.

It is not he who searches for praise who finds it.

Reason is an historian, but the passions are actors.

Very nice couplet, although there are dull stretches.

Reason is the historian, but passions are the actors.

Speech is external thought, and thought internal speech.

Mind is the partial side of men; the heart is everything.

Oblivion is the rule and fame the exception, of humanity.

Axioms are delightful in theory, but impossible in practice.

It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.

History is only time furnished with dates and rich with events.

Poverty treads close upon the heels of great and unexpected wealth.

Ideas are a capital that bears interest only in the hands of talent.

There are men who gain from their wealth only the fear of losing it.

Brave men do not boast nor bluster. Deeds, not words, speak for such.

It has been very truly said that the mob has many heads, but no brains.

Youth is not the era of wisdom; let us therefore have due consideration.

The personal pronoun "I" should be the coat of arms of some individuals.

Gold like the sun, which melts wax, but hardens clay, expands great souls.

It is said that friendship between women is only a suspension of hostilities.

A fool may have his coat embroidered with gold, but it is a fool's coat still.

To be ungrateful is to be unnatural. The head may be thus guilty, not the heart.

The only thing wealth does for some people is to make them worry about losing it.

The cunning tempter, by avoiding the grossness of vice, often silences objections.

In general, indulgence for those we know is rarer than pity for those we know not.

Familiarity is the root of the closest friendships, as well as the interests hatreds.

It is, no doubt, an immense advantage to have done nothing, but one should not abuse it.

The mischief of children is seldom actuated by malice; that of grown-up people always is.

Rumor, once started, rushes on like a river, until it mingles with, and is lost in the sea.

The subtle sauce of malice is often indulged in by maidens of uncertain age, over their tea.

Extremes produce reaction. Beware that our boasted civilization does not lapse into barbarism.

Man spends his life in reasoning on the past, in complaining of the present, in fearing future.

The methods that help a man acquire a fortune are the very ones that keep him from enjoying it.

It is easy for men to write and talk like philosophers, but to act with wisdom, there is the rub!

To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.

Generally speaking, there is more wit than talent in the world. Society swarms with witty people who lack talent.

If poverty makes man groan, he yawns in opulence. When fortune exempts us from labor, nature overwhelms us with time.

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