The mind's pleasures are made to calm the tempests of the heart.
I do not want an echo of myself from my children. I do not want to hear from them merely the reverberation of my own voice.
Exile: A tomb in which you can get mail.
One must, so long as there is any life left, back up the character of one's life.
Enthusiasm gives life to what is invisible; and interest to what has no immediate action on our comfort in this world.
We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.