Death is the justification of all the ways of the Christian, the last end of all his sacrifices, the touch of the Great Master which completes the picture.

By becoming unhappy, we sometimes learn how to be less so.

Men do not go out to meet misfortune as we do. They learn it; and we--we divine it.

The heart has always the pardoning power.

Attention is a silent and perpetual flattery.

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

Our vanity is the constant enemy of our dignity.