Piety softens all that courage bears.

There are two ways of attaining an important end, force and perseverance; the silent power of the latter grows irresistible with time.

The only true method of action in this world is to be in it, but not of it.

The mind wears the colors of the soul, as a valet those of his master.

All the joys of earth will not assuage our thirst for happiness; while a single grief suffices to shroud life in a sombre veil, and smite it with nothingness at all points.

Love sometimes elevates, creates new qualities, suspends the working of evil inclinations; but only for a day. Love, then, is an Oriental despot, whose glance lifts a slave from the dust, and then consigns him to it again.

He who has ceased to enjoy his friend's superiority has ceased to love him.