Misfortune makes of certain souls a vast desert through which rings the voice of God.

Man's condition is horrible because, no matter what form his happiness may take, it arises from some species of ignorance.

To those who have exhausted politics, nothing remains but abstract thought.

Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.

We do not attach ourselves lastingly to anything that has not cost us care, labor or longing.

A husband who submits to his wife's yoke is justly held an object of ridicule. A woman's influence ought to be entirely concealed.

All we are is in the soul.