It is simpler and easier to flatter people than to praise them.

Sorrows gather around great souls as storms do around mountains; but, like them, they break the storm and purify the air of the plain beneath them.

The heart needs not for its heaven much space, nor many stars therein, if only the star of love has arisen.

There are souls which fall from heaven like flowers, but ere they bloom are crushed under the foul tread of some brutal hoof.

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.

The purer the golden vessel, the more readily is it bent; the higher worth of woman is sooner lost than that of man.

Variety of mere nothings gives more pleasure than uniformity of something.