A malicious enemy is better than a clumsy friend.

There are not good things enough in life to indemnify us for the neglect of a single duty.

Real sorrow is almost as difficult to discover as real poverty. An instinctive delicacy hides the rays of the one and the wounds of the other.

The heart has always the pardoning power.

The symptoms of compassion and benevolence, in some people, are like those minute guns which warn you that you are in deadly peril.

Let us shun everything, which might tend to efface the primitive lineaments of our individuality. Let us reflect that each one of us is a thought of God.

When fresh sorrows have caused us to take some steps in the right way, we may not complain. We have invested in a life annuity, but the income remains.