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

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

charity is a calm, severe duty; it must be intellectual, to be advantageous. It is a strange mistake that it should ever be considered a merit; its fulfillment is only what we owe to each other, and is a debt never paid to its full extent.

Confidence is its own security.

Anticipation is a bad sleeping draught.

I will look on the stars and look on thee, and read the page of thy destiny.

There are words to paint the misery of love, but none to paint its happiness.