The heart has no wrinkles. 
Death makes us all equal ... 
It is freezing fit to split a stone. 
It is sometimes best to slip over thoughts and not go to the bottom of them. 
When we reckon without Providence, we must frequently reckon twice. 
Good and evil travel on the same road, but they leave different impressions. 
It is the fine rain that soaks us through. 
I pity those who have no taste for reading ... 
Happiness, like misfortunes, never comes alone. 
There is no real evil in life, except great pain; all the rest is imaginary, and depends on the light in which we view things 
Not to find pleasure in serious reading gives a pastel coloring to the mind. 
Fortune is always on the side of the largest battalions. 
There are some people who never acknowledge themselves in the wrong; God help them! 
Oh Dear! How unfortunate I am not to have anyone to weep with! 
It is not always sorrow that opens the fountains of the eyes ... 
I know of no sorrow greater than that occasioned by a delay of the post. 
Faith creates the virtues in which it believes. 
I dislike clocks with second-hands; they cut up life into too small pieces. 
Why do we discover faults so much more readily than perfection. 
In all nations truth is the most sublime, the most simple, the most difficult, and yet the most natural thing. 
We like so much to hear people talk of us and of our motives, that we are charmed even when they abuse us. 
We are never satisfied with having done well; and in endeavoring to do better, we do much worse. 
There is nothing so lovely as to be beautiful. Beauty is a gift of God and we should cherish it as such. 
I love you so passionately, that I hide a great part of my love, so as not to oppress you with it. 
There is nobody who is not dangerous for someone. 
We are so fond of hearing ourselves spoken of, that, be it good or ill, it is still pleasing. 
It is a disgraceful thing to be ignorant ... 
True friendship is never serene. 
There are twelve hours in the day, and above fifty in the night. 
Long life will sometimes obscure the star of fame. 
It seldom happens, I think, that a man has the civility to die when all the world wishes it. 