There is, by God's grace, an immeasurable distance between late and too late.

Our faults afflict us more than our good deeds console. Pain is ever uppermost in the conscience as in the heart.

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.

Travel is the frivolous part of serious lives, and the serious part of frivolous ones.

Let our lives be pure as snowfields, where our steps leave a mark but no stain.

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.

Years do not make sages; they only make old men.