Happiness and Virtue clasp hands and walk together.

I like people to be saints; but I want them to be first and superlatively honest men.

The law of common sense.

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

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.

One must be a somebody before they can have an enemy. One must be a force before he can be resisted by another force.

The Christian's God is a God of metamorphoses. You cast grief into his bosom: you draw thence, peace. You cast in despair: 'tis hope that rises to the surface. It is a sinner whose heart he moves. It is a saint who returns him thanks.