In youth, grief comes with a rush and overflow, but it dries up, too, like the torrent. In the winter of life it remains a miserable pool, resisting all evaporation.
Piety softens all that courage bears.
He who has ceased to enjoy his friend's superiority has ceased to love him.
We are often prophets to others only because we are our own historians.
Our vanity is the constant enemy of our dignity.
Travel is the frivolous part of serious lives, and the serious part of frivolous ones.