The privilege of feeling at home everywhere belongs only to kings, wolves and robbers.

Who is to decide which is the grimmer sight: withered hearts, or empty skulls?

Self-love is as protective as the Deity; Disenchantment is as perspicacious as a surgeon; Experience is as provident as a mother. Such are the theologic virtues of marriage.

Life is simply what out feelings do to us.

It is the mark of a great man that he puts to flight all ordinary calculations. He is at once sublime and touching, childlike and of the race of giants.

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

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