I know of no sorrow greater than that occasioned by a delay of the post.
We like no noise unless we make it ourselves.
It is day by day that we go forward; today we are as we were yesterday and tomorrow we shall be like ourselves today. So we go on without being aware of it, and this is one of the miracles of Providence that I so love.
There is nobody who is not dangerous for someone.
I pity those who have no taste for reading.
The desire to be singular and to astonish by ways out of the common seems to me to be the source of many virtues.