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

To reveal imprudently the spot where we are most sensitive and vulnerable is to invite a blow. The demigod Achilles admitted no one to his confidence.

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 injustice of men subserves the justice of God, and often His mercy.

God Himself allows certain faults; and often we say, "I have deserved to err; I have deserved to be ignorant.

The beings who appear cold, but are only timid, adore where they dare to love.

We must labor unceasingly to render our piety reasonable, and our reason pious.