He thought of the mouldering child, which laid its withered thin arms around his soul, as if it were his own, and to whom Death had given as much as a god gave to Endymion, — sleep, eternal youth, and immortality.

Strong characters are brought out by change of situation, and gentle ones by permanence.

It is not great, but little good-haps that make up happiness.

Without God there is for mankind no purpose, no goal, no hope, only a wavering future, an eternal dread of every darkness.

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

Woman and men of retiring timidity are cowardly only in dangers which affect themselves, but the first to rescue when others are in danger.

Repetition is the mother of education.