Old age is the night of life, as night is the old age of the day. Still, night is full of magnificence; and, for many, it is more brilliant than the day.

Poor humanity!--so dependent, so insignificant, and yet so great.

We are often prophets to others only because we are our own historians.

Truth only is prolific. Error, sterile in itself, produces only by means of the portion of truth which it contains. It may have offspring, but the life which it gives, like that of the hybrid races, cannot be transmitted.

Kindness causes us to learn, and to forget, many things.

We are rich only through what we give.

Friendship is like those ancient altars where the unhappy, and even the guilty, found a sure asylum.