The sweetness of glory is so great that, join it to what we will, even to death, we love it.

We never live, but we hope to live; and as we are always arranging to be happy, it must be that we never are so.

Man is so made that if he is told often enough that he is a fool he believes it.

However vast a man's spiritual resources, he is capable of but one great passion.

Man is so great that his greatness appears even in the consciousness of his misery. A tree does not know itself to be miserable. It is true that it is misery indeed to know one's self to be miserable; but then it is greatness also. In this way, all man's miseries go to prove his greatness. They are the miseries of a mighty potentate, of a dethroned monarch.

We must keep our thought secret, and judge everything by it, while talking like the people.

Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.