Divine Wisdom, intending to detain us some time on earth, has done well to cover with a veil the prospect of the life to come; for if our sight could clearly distinguish the opposite bank, who would remain on this tempestuous coast of time?

It is not enough to forgive; one must forget.

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

Self-love, so sensitive in its own cause, has rarely any sympathy to spare for others.

The greatest happiness is to transform one's feelings into action.

Man's most valuable faculty is his imagination.

the last steps of life are ever slow and difficult.