When we reckon without Providence, we must frequently reckon twice.

if I inflict wounds, I heal them.

I love you so passionately, that I hide a great part of my love, so as not to oppress you with it.

We must always live in hope; without that consolation there would be no living.

Reason bears disgrace, courage combats it, patience surmounts it.

. . .the most astonishing, the most surprising, the most marvelous, the most miraculous. . . the greatest, the least, the rarest, the most common, the most public, the most private till today. . . I cannot bring myself to tell you: guess what it is.

. . . it seldom happens, I think, that a man has the civility to die when all the world wishes it.