Ambition sufficiently plagues her proselytes, by keeping themselves always in show, like the statue of a public place.

It is a rare life that remains orderly even in private.

There is a certain amount of purpose, acquiescence, and satisfaction in nursing one's melancholy.

He who does not live in some degree for others, hardly lives for himself.

We should spread joy, but, as far as we can, repress sorrow.

We are born to inquire into truth; it belongs to a greater to possess it

What a man hates, he takes seriously.