This surface good-nature which captivates a new acquaintance and is no bar to treachery, which knows no scruple and is never at fault for an excuse, which makes an outcry at the wound which it condones, is one of the most distinctive features of the journalist. This camaraderie (the word is a stroke of genius) corrodes the noblest minds; it eats into their pride like rust, kills the germ of great deeds, and lends a sanction to moral cowardice.

Virtue, perhaps, is nothing more than politeness of soul.

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

For the person who loves God, worship is the daily bread of patience.

Our energies are often stimulated by the necessity of supporting a being weaker than ourselves.

Several sorts of memory exist in us; body and mind each possesses one peculiar to itself. Nostalgia, for instance, is a malady of the physical memory.

Nothing is a greater impediment to being on good terms with others than being ill at ease with yourself.