Faith, amid the disorders of a sinful life, is like the lamp burning in an ancient tomb.

All the joys of earth will not assuage our thirst for happiness; while a single grief suffices to shroud life in a sombre veil, and smite it with nothingness at all points.

Those who make us happy are always thankful to us for being so; their gratitude is the reward of their benefits.

There are two ways of attaining an important end, force and perseverance; the silent power of the latter grows irresistible with time.

We are amused through the intellect, but it is the heart that saves us from ennui.

The best advice on the art of being happy is about as easy to follow as advice to be well when one is sick.

The mind wears the colors of the soul, as a valet those of his master.