in God alone is love without tears, and of eternal duration.
Solitude causes us to write because it causes us to think.
Witticisms are fire-arms, that make a noise and give pain.
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!
My God, how badly one calculates in this world! ... Let us leave off calculating on anything but death -- it is the only certainty.