It is always fatal to have music or poetry interrupted.

We are not apt to fear for the fearless, when we are companions in their danger.

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.

Life is like our game at whist ... I don't enjoy the game much, but I like to play my cards well, and see what will be the end of it.

Subtract from the New Testament the miraculous and highly impossible, and what will be the remainder?

Ignorance is not so damnable as humbug, but when it prescribes pills it may happen to do more harm.

It is an uneasy lot at best, to be what we call highly taught and yet not to enjoy: to be present at this great spectacle of life and never to be liberated from a small hungry shivering self.