winter is past, and we have a prospect of spring that is superior to spring itself.

... Providence conducts us with so much kindness through the different periods of our life, that we scarcely feel the change; our days glide gently and imperceptibly along, like the motion of the hour-hand, which we cannot discover. ... we advance gradually; we are the same to-day as yesterday, and to-morrow as to-day: thus we go on, without perceiving it, which is a miracle of the Providence I adore.

When I step into this library, I cannot understand why I ever step out of it.

It is thus that we walk through the world like the blind, not knowing whither we are going, regarding as bad what is good, regarding as good what is bad, and ever in entire ignorance.

In all nations truth is the most sublime, the most simple, the most difficult, and yet the most natural thing.

Long life will sometimes obscure the star of fame.

if I inflict wounds, I heal them.