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.

In retirement, the passage of time seems accelerated. Nothing warns us of its flight. It is a wave which never murmurs, because there is no obstacle to its flow.

The injustice of men subserves the justice of God, and often His mercy.

Poor humanity!--so dependent, so insignificant, and yet so great.

Let us resist the opinion of the world fearlessly, provided only that our self-respect grows in proportion to our indifference.

Only those faults which we encounter in ourselves are insufferable to us in others.