No enemy is indeed so terrible as a man of genius.

Moderation is the center wherein all philosophies, both human and divine, meet.

Women carry a beautiful hand with them to the grave, when a beautiful face has long ago vanished.

Man is made to adore and to obey: but if you will not command him, if you give him nothing to worship, he will fashion his own divinities, and find a chieftain in his own passions.

Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow.

There is anguish in the recollection that we have not adequately appreciated the affection of those whom we have loved and lost.

Age is frequently beautiful, wisdom appearing like an aftermath.