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

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!

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

One fancies that what one loves cannot die.

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

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

Solitude causes us to write because it causes us to think.