intellect is a sin that must be atoned for by leading exactly the life of those who have none.

There are only two distinct classes of people on this earth, those who espouse enthusiasm and those who despise it.

New doctrines ever displease the old. They like to fancy that the world has been losing wisdom, instead of gaining it, since they were young.

Unhappy love freezes all our affections: our own souls grow inexplicable to us. More than we gained while we were happy we lose by the reverse.

the last steps of life are ever slow and difficult.

The mind's pleasures are made to calm the tempests of the heart.

In matters of the heart, nothing is true except the improbable.