Our ideals, like pictures, are made from lights and shadows.

No one is mediocre who has good sense and good sentiments.

We are all of us more or less echoes, repeating involuntarily the virtues, the defects, the movements, and the characters of those among whom we live.

Who ever has no fixed opinions has no constant feelings.

Without duty, life is soft and boneless.

We should do good whenever we can and do kindness at all times, for at all times we can.

When credulity comes from the heart it does no harm to the intellect.