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.

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.

Prejudices are the chains forged by ignorance to keep men apart.

Superstition is only the fear of belief, while religion is the confidence.

A mother's love! O holy, boundless thing! Fountain whose waters never cease to spring!

Love often re-illumines his extinguished flame at the torch of jealousy.

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.

Who could look on these monuments without reflecting on the vanity of mortals in thus offering up testimonials of their respect for persons of whose very names posterity is ignorant?

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

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.

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

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

In France, a woman may forget that she is neither young nor handsome; for the absence of these claims to attention does not expose her to be neglected by the male sex.

The chief prerequisite for a escort is to have a flexible conscience and an inflexible politeness.

We are more prone to murmur at the punishment of our faults than to lament them.

Arles is certainly one of the most interesting towns I have ever seen, whether viewed as a place remarkable for the objects of antiquity it contains, or for the primitive manners of its inhabitants and its picturesque appearance.

Conversation is the legs on which thought walks; and writing, the wings by which it flies.