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

There are but two future verbs which man may appropriate confidently and without pride: "I shall suffer," and "I shall die.

If it were ever allowable to forget what is due to superiority of rank, it would be when the privileged themselves remember it.

In youth, grief comes with a rush and overflow, but it dries up, too, like the torrent. In the winter of life it remains a miserable pool, resisting all evaporation.

Indulgence is lovely in the sinless; toleration, adorable in the pious and believing heart.

Faith, amid the disorders of a sinful life, is like the lamp burning in an ancient tomb.

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.