A beautiful soul has no other merit than its own existence.

We, we live! ours are the hours, and the living have their claims.

Death is a mighty mediator. There all the flames of rage are extinguished, hatred is appeased, and angelic pity, like a weeping sister, bends with gentle and close embrace over the funeral urn.

Uncommon men require no common trust; give him but scope and he will set the bounds.

Eternity gives nothing back of what one leaves out of the minutes.

Man is made of ordinary things, and habit is his nurse.

The world is ruled only by consideration of advantages.