For nature is an image of Grace, and visible miracles are images of the invisible.

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.

Philosophers.-We are full of things which take us out of ourselves.

The imagination enlarges little objects so as to fill our souls with a fantastic estimate; and, with rash insolence, it belittles the great to its own measure, as when talking of God.

Opinion is, as it were, the queen of the world, but force is its tyrant.

One has followed the other in an endless circle, for it is certain that as man's insight increases so he finds both wretchedness and greatness within himself. In a word man knows he is wretched. Thus he is wretched because he is so, but he is truly great because he knows it.

It is the contest that delights us, and not the victory.