We are only here below as in an inn on a journey. Let us, then have the feelings of travelers. We should think a man very strange who attached himself much to his inn. The wise Christian will not do this.

Kings may see their palaces fall, but the ants will always have their dwellings.

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

One fancies that what one loves cannot die.

We are only here below as in an inn on a journey. Let us, then have the feelings of travelers. We should think a man very strange who attached himself much to his inn. The wise Christian will not do this.

We all owe each other concessions of taste and opinion for the sake of family peace and affection.

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