No labor is hopeless.

The vital air of friendship is composed of confidence. Friendship perishes in proportion as this air diminishes.

We distrust our heart too much, and our head not enough.

The Holy Scriptures praise the dew of the morning and the dew of the evening; ros matutinum, ros serotinum! Happy is he who possesses the gift of tears! when young, he will bear flowers; when old, fruit!

Persons of delicate taste endure stupid criticism better than they do stupid praise.

History, if thoroughly comprehended, furnishes something of the experience which a man would acquire who should be a contemporary of all ages and a fellow citizen of all peoples.

There is a slowness in affairs which ripens them, and a slowness which rots them.