Nothing Is More Fatal To

Of Some Forty Families I Have Been Able To Observe, I Know Hardly Four In Which The Parents Do Not Act In Such A Way That Nothing Would Be More Desirable For The Child Than To Escape Their Influence.

Woe To These People Who Have No Appetite For The Very Dish That Their Age Serves Up.

Those Who Have Never Been Ill Are Incapable Of Real Sympathy For A Great Many Misfortunes

I Owe Much To My Friends; But, All Things Considered, It Strikes Me That I Owe Even More To My Enemies. The Real Person Springs Life Under A Sting Even Better Than Under A Caress.

Often With Good Sentiments We Produce Bad Literature.