We expect everything and are prepared for nothing.
God Himself allows certain faults; and often we say, "I have deserved to err; I have deserved to be ignorant.
The symptoms of compassion and benevolence, in some people, are like those minute guns which warn you that you are in deadly peril.
Old age is not one of the beauties of creation, but it is one of its harmonies.
The beings who appear cold, but are only timid, adore where they dare to love.
Love sometimes elevates, creates new qualities, suspends the working of evil inclinations; but only for a day. Love, then, is an Oriental despot, whose glance lifts a slave from the dust, and then consigns him to it again.