In the last analysis, love is only the reflection of a man's own worthiness from other men.

All our progress is an unfolding, like the vegetable bud. You have first an instinct, then an opinion, then a knowledge, as the plant has root, bud, and fruit. Trust the instinct to the end, though you can render no reason. It is vain to hurry it. By trusting it to the end it shall ripen into truth, and you shall know why you believe.

Who leaves the pine-tree, leaves his friend, Unnerves his strength, invites his end.

God never jests with us, and will not compromise the end of nature, by permitting any inconsequence in its procession.

Outside among your fellows, among strangers, you must preserve appearances, a hundred things you cannot do; but inside, the terrible freedom.

Repose and cheerfulness are the badge of the gentleman - repose in energy. The Greek battle pieces are calm; the heroes, in whatever violent actions engaged, retain a serene aspect.

My joy in friends, those sacred people, is my consolation.