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.

Let us shun everything, which might tend to efface the primitive lineaments of our individuality. Let us reflect that each one of us is a thought of God.

Piety softens all that courage bears.

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

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

God has prohibited despair.

Attention is a silent and perpetual flattery.