At every crossroads on the path that leads to the future, tradition has placed 10,000 men to guard the past.

An act of goodness is of itself an act of happiness. No reward coming after the event can compare with the sweet reward that went with it.

Our reason may prove what it will: our reason is only a feeble ray that has issued from Nature.

The living are just the dead on holiday

We possess only the happiness we able to understand.

Most creatures have a vague belief that a very precarious hazard, a kind of transparent membrane, divides death from love; and that the profound idea of nature demands that the giver of life should die at the moment of giving.

Sacrifice may be a flower that virtue will pluck on its road, but it was not to gather this flower that virtue set forth on its travels.