If it were ever allowable to forget what is due to superiority of rank, it would be when the privileged themselves remember it.

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

When fresh sorrows have caused us to take some steps in the right way, we may not complain. We have invested in a life annuity, but the income remains.

The very might of the human intellect reveals its limits.

Indulgence is lovely in the sinless; toleration, adorable in the pious and believing heart.

The world has no sympathy with any but positive griefs. It will pity you for what you lose; never for what you lack

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