Experience teaches, it is true; but she never teaches in time.

Youth is a season that has no repose.

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

My heart is its own grave!

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.

Sneering springs out of the wish to deny; and wretched must that state of mind be that wishes to take refuge in doubt.

the blessings of matrimony, like those of poverty, belong rather to philosophy than reality.