Genuine bon mots surprise those from whose lips they fall, no less than they do those who listen to them.

We always believe God is like ourselves, the indulgent think him indulgent and the stern, terrible.

When you give, give with joy and smiling.

The dregs may stir themselves as they please; they fall back to the bottom by their own coarseness.

We disjoint the mind like the body.

Grief - Happiness is to feel that one's soul is good; there is no other, in truth, and this kind of happiness may exist even in sorrow, so that there are griefs perfable to every joy, and such as would be preferred by all those who have felt them.

It is easier to be mistaken about the true than the beautiful.