Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never.

The Dauphine is much changed since I last saw her, and the care and sorrow of her childhood have left their traces on her countenance.

People seem to lose all respect for the past; events succeed each other with such velocity that the most remarkable one of a few years gone by, is no more remembered than if centuries had closed over it.

The Temple of Diana is in the vicinity of the fountain, which has given rise to the conjecture that it originally constituted a portion of the ancient baths.

Here Fashion is a despot, and no one dreams of evading its dictates.

I see little alteration at Lyons since I formerly passed through it. Its manufactories are, nevertheless, flourishing, though less improvement than could be expected is visible in the external aspect of the place.

Talent, like beauty, to be pardoned, must be obscure and unostentatious.

When we bring back with us the objects most dear, and find those we left unchanged, we are tempted to doubt the lapse of time; but one link in the chain of affection broken, and every thing seems altered.

Yes, the meeting of dear friends atones for the regret of separation; and like it so much enhances affection, that after absence one wonders how one has been able to stay away from them so long.

We never respect those who amuse us, however we may smile at their comic powers.