We love justice greatly, and just men but little.

The historian must be a poet; not to find, but to find again; not to breathe life into beings, into imaginary deeds, but in order to re-animate and revive that which has been; to represent what time and space have placed at a distance from us.

At first we hope too much and later on, not enough.

The habit of prayer communicates a penetrating sweetness to the glance, the voice, the smile, the tears,--to all one says, or does, or writes.

Present unhappiness is selfish; past sorrow is compassionate.

Reason guides but a small part of man, and the rest obeys feeling, true or false, and passion, good or bad.

Conscientious men are, almost everywhere, less encouraged than tolerated.