One fancies that what one loves cannot die.

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

The effect of every burden laid down is to leave us relieved; and when the soul has laid down that of its faults at the feet of God, it feels as though it had wings.

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

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.

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!