Real sorrow is almost as difficult to discover as real poverty. An instinctive delicacy hides the rays of the one and the wounds of the other.
If grief is to be mitigated, it must either wear itself out or be shared.
Kindness causes us to learn, and to forget, many things.
Faith, amid the disorders of a sinful life, is like the lamp burning in an ancient tomb.
Attention is a silent and perpetual flattery.
To have ideas is to gather flowers; to think is to weave them into garlands.