Where there is a question of economy, I prefer privation.
Indulgence is lovely in the sinless; toleration, adorable in the pious and believing heart.
Our vanity is the constant enemy of our dignity.
In youth we feel richer for every new illusion; in maturer years, for every one we lose.
Poor humanity!--so dependent, so insignificant, and yet so great.
If grief is to be mitigated, it must either wear itself out or be shared.