Love sometimes elevates, creates new qualities, suspends the working of evil inclinations; but only for a day. Love, then, is an Oriental despot, whose glance lifts a slave from the dust, and then consigns him to it again.

There are not good things enough in life to indemnify us for the neglect of a single duty.

Miracles are God's coups d'etat.

Consolation heaps without contact; somewhat like the blessed air which we need but to breathe.

The heart has always the pardoning power.

Time is the shower of Danae; each drop is golden.

Since there must be chimeras, why is not perfection the chimera of all men?