C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Mme. Roland
Chamfort makes me laugh and think at the same time; that is true wit.
Deep joy is a serene and sober emotion, rarely evinced in open merriment.
Every one speaks of it, few know it.
Flirtation is the tomb of virtue.
In delicate souls love never presents itself but under the veil of esteem.
Leisure will always be found by persons who know how to employ their time; those who want time are the people who do nothing.
O liberty! liberty! how many crimes are committed in thy name.
Selfishness, not love, is the actuating motive of the gallant.
Society is ever ready to worship success, but rarely forgives failure.
The feeble howl with the wolves, bray with the asses, and bleat with the sheep.
The feeble tremble before opinion, the foolish defy it, the wise judge it, the skillful direct it.
We treat fortune like a mistress—the more she yields, the more we demand.
What indulgence does the world extend to those evil-speakers who, under the mask of friendship, stab indiscriminately with the keen, though rusty blade of slander!