Love is the crowning grace of humanity.

Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.

Who naught suspects is easily deceived.

It may be only glory that we seek here, but I persuade myself that, as long as we remain here, that is right. Another glory awaits us in heaven and he who reaches there will not wish even to think of earthly fame.

Events appear sad, pleasant, or painful, not because they are so in reality, but because we believe them to be so and the light in which we look at them depends upon our own judgment.

A good death does honour to a whole life.

What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances