If grief is to be mitigated, it must either wear itself out or be shared.

The heart has always the pardoning power.

When any one tells you that he belongs to no party, you may at any rate be sure that he does not belong to yours.

Attention is a silent and perpetual flattery.

All the joys of earth will not assuage our thirst for happiness; while a single grief suffices to shroud life in a sombre veil, and smite it with nothingness at all points.

Life grows darker as we go on, till only one pure light is left shining on it; and that is faith. Old age, like solitude and sorrow, has its revelations.

To reveal imprudently the spot where we are most sensitive and vulnerable is to invite a blow. The demigod Achilles admitted no one to his confidence.