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.

There is a transcendent power in example.

I love victory, but I love not triumph.

The beings who appear cold, but are only timid, adore where they dare to love.

By becoming unhappy, we sometimes learn how to be less so.

In youth we feel richer for every new illusion; in maturer years, for every one we lose.

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.