Antiquity is a species of aristocracy with which it is not easy to be on visiting terms.

The mind wears the colors of the soul, as a valet those of his master.

Those who have suffered much are like those who know many languages; they have learned to understand and be understood by all.

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

Men do not go out to meet misfortune as we do. They learn it; and we--we divine it.

Since there must be chimeras, why is not perfection the chimera of all men?

Resignation is, to some extent, spoiled for me by the fact that it is so entirely conformable to the laws of common-sense. I should like just a little more of the supernatural in the practice of my favorite virtue.