We cannot confront solitude without moral resources.
Grief ennobles the commonest people because it has its own essential grandeur. To shine with the luster of grief, a person need only be sincere.
Our worst misfortunes never happen, and most miseries lie in anticipation.
If we all said to people's faces what we say behind one another's backs, society would be impossible.
Are not our noblest feelings as it were the poems of our will.
In family life people almost always adjust themselves to misfortune. They make a bed of it and hope makes them accept that bed, however hard it is.