. . .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.

I know of no sorrow greater than that occasioned by a delay of the post.

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

It is not always sorrow that opens the fountains of the eyes.

. . .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.

Why do we discover faults so much more readily than perfection.

Death makes us all equal.