If the portraits of our absent friends are pleasant to us, which renew our memory of them and relieve our regret for their absence by a false and empty consolation, how much more pleasant are letters which bring us the written characters of the absent friend.

Would that thy love, beloved, had less trust in me, that it might be more anxious!

The heart overwhelmed by grief knows no rest.

What cannot letters inspire? They have souls; they can speak; they have in them all that force which expresses the transports of the heart.

Riches and power are but gifts of blind fate, whereas goodness is the result of one's own merits.

I am convinced by a sad experience that it is natural to avoid those to whom we have been too much obliged, and that uncommon generosity causes neglect rather than gratitude.

Ever tried putting a caramel candy in a cup of hot tea? It's excellent! Not only does it give a little different taste to the tea, but it takes the place of the sugar and cream which you ordinarily add.