A variety of nothing is superior to a monotony of something.
Joys are our wings, sorrows our spurs.
The words that a father speaks to his children in the privacy of home are not heard by the world, but, as in whispering galleries, they are clearly heard at the end, and by posterity.
God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.
As a man grows older it is harder and harder to frighten him.
Strong characters are brought out by change of situation, and gentle ones by permanence.