He who has never denied himself for the sake of giving has but glanced at the joys of charity.
Let our lives be pure as snowfields, where our steps leave a mark but no stain.
The world has no sympathy with any but positive griefs. It will pity you for what you lose; never for what you lack
The ideal friendship is to feel as one while remaining two.
Impassioned characters never attain their mark till they have overshot it.
In youth we feel richer for every new illusion; in maturer years, for every one we lose.