Resignation is, to some extent, spoiled for me by the fact that it is so entirely conformable to the laws of common-sense. I should like just a little more of the supernatural in the practice of my favorite virtue.

I study much, and the more I study, the oftener I go back to those first principles which are so simple that childhood itself can lisp them.

Silence is like nightfall. Objects are lost in it insensibly.

Our faults afflict us more than our good deeds console. Pain is ever uppermost in the conscience as in the heart.

Let us resist the opinion of the world fearlessly, provided only that our self-respect grows in proportion to our indifference.

In youth we feel richer for every new illusion; in maturer years, for every one we lose.

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