Happiness will never be any greater than the idea we have of it.

Wisdom requires no form; her beauty must vary, as varies the beauty of flame. She is no motionless goddess, for ever couched on her throne.

The true sage is not he who sees, but he who, seeing the furthest, has the deepest love for mankind.

There comes no adventure but wears to our soul the shape of our everyday thoughts.

We possess only the happiness we able to understand.

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.

The living are just the dead on holiday