God has prohibited despair.

The most dangerous of all flattery is the inferiority of those about us.

There are questions so indiscreet, that they deserve neither truth nor falsehood in reply.

It would seem that by our sorrows only are we called to a knowledge of the Infinite. Are we happy? The limits of life constrain us on all sides.

One must be a somebody before they can have an enemy. One must be a force before he can be resisted by another force.

Old age is not one of the beauties of creation, but it is one of its harmonies.

We are all of us, in this world, more or less like St. January, whom the inhabitants of Naples worship one day, and pelt with baked apples the next.