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

Present unhappiness is selfish; past sorrow is compassionate.

That which we know is but little; that which we have a presentiment of is immense; it is in this direction that the poet outruns the learned man.

Great dejection often follows great enthusiasm.

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.

The chief cause of our misery is less the violence of our passions than the feebleness of our virtues.

The man abandoned by his friends, one after another, without just cause, will acquire, the reputation of being hard to please, changeable, ungrateful, unsociable.