Indulgence is lovely in the sinless; toleration, adorable in the pious and believing heart.

Pride dries the tears of anger and vexation; humility, those of grief. The one is indignant that we should suffer; the other calms us by the reminder that we deserve nothing else.

Poor humanity!--so dependent, so insignificant, and yet so great.

Truth only is prolific. Error, sterile in itself, produces only by means of the portion of truth which it contains. It may have offspring, but the life which it gives, like that of the hybrid races, cannot be transmitted.

Let us not fail to scatter along our pathway the seeds of kindness and sympathy. Some of them will doubtless perish; but if one only lives, it will perfume our steps and rejoice our eyes.

Old age is not one of the beauties of creation, but it is one of its harmonies.

The very might of the human intellect reveals its limits.