Oh! if people were but acquainted with piety, they would not fear it so much, or give it so unattractive a character; 'tis the balm of life, and perhaps in the world it is believed to consist of bitterness, harshness, uncouthness; but, take my word for it, nothing is more gentle, more yielding, more loving than a pious soul.

How long time is when one is sad! Is it three years or three days since you went away?

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

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

One fancies that what one loves cannot die.

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

Fear is the beginning of wisdom.