There does not exist a man sufficiently intelligent never to be tiresome.

The conscience of the dying belies their life.

Glory fills the world with virtue, and, like a beneficent sun, covers the whole earth with flowers and with fruits.

The generality of men are so bound within the sphere of their circumstances that they have not even the courage to get out of them through their ideas, and if we see a few whom, in a way, speculation over great things makes incapable of mean ones, we find still more with whom the practice of small things takes away the feeling for great ones.

Our virtues are dearer to us the more we have had to suffer for them. It is the same with our children. All profound affection admits a sacrifice.

When an idea is not robust enough to stand expression in simple terms, it is a sign that it should be rejected.

Courage is adversity's lamp.