There are not good things enough in life to indemnify us for the neglect of a single duty.
Loving souls are like paupers. They live on what is given them.
The mind wears the colors of the soul, as a valet those of his master.
Our vanity is the constant enemy of our dignity.
People read every thing nowadays, except books.
My sole defense against the natural horror which death inspires is to love beyond it.