Death comes to us, under many conditions, with all the welcome serenity of sleep.

That alone can be called true refinement which elevates the soul of man, purifying the manners by improving the intellect.

A mother's love, in a degree, sanctifies the most worthless offspring.

Unless we find repose within ourselves, it is vain to seek it elsewhere.

Be more careful of your conscience than of your estate. The latter can be bought and sold; the former never.

To talk of luck and chance only shows how little we really know of the laws which govern cause and effect.

That kind of discipline whose pungent severity is in the manifestations of paternal love, compassion, and tenderness is the most sure of its object.