The chains which cramp us most are those which weigh on us least.
I like people to be saints; but I want them to be first and superlatively honest men.
It would seem that by our sorrows only are we called to a knowledge of the Infinite. Are we happy? The limits of life constrain us on all sides.
Piety softens all that courage bears.
Poor humanity!--so dependent, so insignificant, and yet so great.
Virtue is the daughter of Religion; Repentance, her adopted child,--a poor orphan who, without the asylum which she offers, would not know where to hide her sole treasure, her tears!