What I value most next to eternity is time.

Poor humanity!--so dependent, so insignificant, and yet so great.

Pride dries the tears of anger and vexation; humility, those of grief. The one is indignant that we should suffer; the other calms us by the reminder that we deserve nothing else.

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

Old age is not one of the beauties of creation, but it is one of its harmonies.

When we see the shameful fortunes amassed in all quarters of the globe, are we not impelled to exclaim that Judas' thirty pieces of silver have fructified across the centuries?

Feeling loves a subdued light.