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

If grief is to be mitigated, it must either wear itself out or be shared.

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

Virtue is the daughter of Religion; Repentance, her adopted child,--a poor orphan who, without the asylum which she offers, would not know where to hide her sole treasure, her tears!

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

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

There are questions so indiscreet, that they deserve neither truth nor falsehood in reply.