Let us pray! God is just, he tries us; God is pitiful, he will comfort us; let us pray!

Since unhappiness excites interest, many, in order to render themselves interesting, feign unhappiness.

Solitude vivifies, isolation kills.

Certain names always awake certain prejudices.

We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.

When unhappy, one doubts everything when happy one doubts nothing.

Everything that is exquisite hides itself.