Men outlive their love, but they don’t outlive the consequences of their recklessness.

Our virtues are dearer to us the more we have had to suffer for them. It is the same with our children. All profound affection entertains a sacrifice. Our thoughts are often worse than we are, just as they are often better.

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.

The wrong that rouses our angry passions finds only a medium in us; it passes through us like a vibration, and we inflict what we have suffered.

... when one's outward lot is perfect, the sense of inward imperfection is the more pressing.

To the receptive soul the river of life pauseth not, nor is diminished.

People who can't be witty exert themselves to be devout and affectionate.