in God alone is love without tears, and of eternal duration.

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

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.

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.

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

One has so much time for thought in the country! However occupied one may be, 'tis with nothing that engrosses the mind, which works away on its own account like a mill-wheel.