The errors of the intellect are fatal, still more dangerous than those of the heart.

My God, how badly one calculates in this world! ... Let us leave off calculating on anything but death -- it is the only certainty.

The errors of the intellect are fatal, still more dangerous than those of the heart.

Fear is the beginning of wisdom.

Witticisms are fire-arms, that make a noise and give pain.

A little time separates us from those who depart - a time of tears, a time of sadness and solitude; but, that over, we go to rejoin them and to enjoy with them the society of the blessed. Oh, how sweetly the heart rests in this immortal hope!

Certainly, friends are sufficiently rare not to be neglected; they are life's best comforters.