Oh, the soul keeps its youth!

It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.

All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.

I have seen that every one forgives much in themselves that they find unpardonable in other people.

when we leave society and come into the presence of Nature, we become children again; and the fictions of thought and action assumed among men drop off like a garment.

Love, like destiny, loves surprises.

We generally get the evil we expect.