Individuality is to be preserved and respected everywhere, as the root of everything good.

There is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know.

Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can.

Humankind's chief fault is that they have so many small ones.

I would rather dwell in the dim fog of superstition than in air rarefied to nothing by the air-pump of unbelief-in which the panting breast expires, vainly and convulsively gasping for breath.

Laughing cheerfulness throws the light of day on all the paths of life.

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.