We recognize the action of God in great things: we exclude it in small. We forget that the Lord of eternity is also the Lord of the hour.

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.

In youth we feel richer for every new illusion; in maturer years, for every one we lose.

We do not judge men by what they are in themselves, but by what they are relatively to us.

If grief is to be mitigated, it must either wear itself out or be shared.

God has prohibited despair.

Happiness and Virtue clasp hands and walk together.