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.

The root of sanctity is sanity. A man must be healthy before he can be holy. We bathe first, and then perfume.

The very might of the human intellect reveals its limits.

Strength alone knows conflict, weakness is born vanquished.

Indulgence is lovely in the sinless; toleration, adorable in the pious and believing heart.

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

Those who make us happy are always thankful to us for being so; their gratitude is the reward of their benefits.