There are two ways of attaining an important end, force and perseverance; the silent power of the latter grows irresistible with time.
The most culpable of the excesses of Liberty is the harm she does herself.
A friendship will be young after the lapse of half a century; a passion is old at the end of three months.
Silence is like nightfall. Objects are lost in it insensibly.
The mind wears the colors of the soul, as a valet those of his master.
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.