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.

To reveal imprudently the spot where we are most sensitive and vulnerable is to invite a blow. The demigod Achilles admitted no one to his confidence.

It is a little stream, which flows softly, but freshens everything along its course.

Those who have suffered much are like those who know many languages; they have learned to understand and be understood by all.

Suspicion has its dupes, as well as credulity.

God Himself allows certain faults; and often we say, "I have deserved to err; I have deserved to be ignorant.

Loving souls are like paupers. They live on what is given them.