What is life? A gulf of troubled waters, where the soul, like a vexed bark, is tossed upon the waves of pain and pleasure by the wavering breath of passions.

The stars are so far, far away!

We need to suffer, that we may learn to pity.

Assuredly, meeting after absence, is one of - ah, no! - it is life's most delicious feeling.

Occupation is one great source of enjoyment. No man, properly occupied, was ever miserable.

Affection exaggerates its own offenses.

there can be neither politically nor morally a good which is not universal ... we cannot reform for a time or for a class, but for all and for the whole, and our very interests will draw us together in one wide bond of sympathy.