Love truth, but pardon error.

Our country is that spot to which our heart is bound. [Fr., La patrie est aux lieux ou l'ame est enchainee.]

What most persons consider as virtue, after the age of 40 is simply a loss of energy.

'That is indisputable,' was the answer, 'but in this country it is a good thing to kill an admiral from time to time to encourage the others.'

Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.