A religious life is a struggle and not a hymn.
Happy the land where the writers are sad, the merchants satisfied, the rich melancholic, and the populace content.
O memory, thou bitter sweet,--both a joy and a scourge!
Society develops wit, but its contemplation alone forms genius.
Who understands much forgives much. To understand everything makes us very forgiving.
The mystery of existence is the connection between our faults and our misfortunes.