It is easy to be virtuous in prospective.

None despise fame more heartily than those who have no possible claim to it.

Our interests are grains of opium to our consciences, but they only put it to sleep for a terrible awakening.

When our friends are alive, we see the good qualities they lack; dead, we remember only those they possessed.

Those virtues which cost us dear prove that we love God; those which are easy to us prove that He loves us.

Doubt springs from the mind; faith is the daughter of the soul.

Let us respect gray Lairs, but, above all, our own.