Old age is not one of the beauties of creation, but it is one of its harmonies. The law of contrasts is one of the laws of beauty. Under the conditions of our climate, shadow gives light its worth; sternness enhances mildness; solemnity, splendor. Varying proportions of size support and subserve one another.

Where there is a question of economy, I prefer privation.

Our vanity is the constant enemy of our dignity.

Providence has hidden a charm in difficult undertakings, which is appreciated only by those who dare to grapple with them.

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!

There is nothing steadfast in life but our memories. We are sure of keeping intact only that which we have lost.

Life grows darker as we go on, till only one pure light is left shining on it; and that is faith. Old age, like solitude and sorrow, has its revelations.