To meditate an injury is to commit one.

The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.

I never come back home with the same moral character I went out with; something or other becomes unsettled where I had achieved internal peace; some one or other of the things I had put to flight reappears on the scene.

I had rather never receive a kindness than never bestow one.

When an author is too meticulous about his style, you may presume that his mind is frivolous and his content flimsy.

The miserable are sacred.

Fire proves gold, adversity proves men.