Virtue is the daughter of Religion; Repentance, her adopted child,--a poor orphan who, without the asylum which she offers, would not know where to hide her sole treasure, her tears!

When any one tells you that he belongs to no party, you may at any rate be sure that he does not belong to yours.

It would seem that by our sorrows only are we called to a knowledge of the Infinite. Are we happy? The limits of life constrain us on all sides.

We are often prophets to others only because we are our own historians.

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

A friendship will be young after the lapse of half a century; a passion is old at the end of three months.

Strength alone knows conflict, weakness is born vanquished.