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

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

One fancies that what one loves cannot die.

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

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

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.

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!