Life has no memory. That which proceeds in succession might be remembered, but that which is coexistent, or ejaculated from a deeper cause, as yet far from being conscious, knows not its own tendency.

I take this evanescence and lubricity of all objects, which lets them slip through our fingers then when we clutch hardest, to be the most unhandsome part of our condition.

Pain, indolence, sterility, endless ennui have also their lesson for you, if you are great.

To eat bread is one thing; to love the precepts of Christ and resolve to obey them is quite another.

Happy is the house that shelters a friend! It might well be built, like a festal bower or arch, to entertain him a single day. Happier, if he know the solemnity of that relation, and honor its law! He offers himself a candidate for that covenant comes up, like an Olympian, to the great games, where the first- born of the world are the competitors.

Manners are the happy ways of doing things; each once a stroke of genius or of love, now repeated and hardened into usage.

A man is the facade of a temple wherein all wisdom and all good abide.