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.

I study much, and the more I study, the oftener I go back to those first principles which are so simple that childhood itself can lisp them.

Suspicion has its dupes, as well as credulity.

Truth only is prolific. Error, sterile in itself, produces only by means of the portion of truth which it contains. It may have offspring, but the life which it gives, like that of the hybrid races, cannot be transmitted.

The inventory of my faith for this lower world is soon made out. I believe in Him who made it.

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

We are all of us, in this world, more or less like St. January, whom the inhabitants of Naples worship one day, and pelt with baked apples the next.