Pride dries the tears of anger and vexation; humility, those of grief. The one is indignant that we should suffer; the other calms us by the reminder that we deserve nothing else.

Where there is a question of economy, I prefer privation.

Death is the justification of all the ways of the Christian, the last end of all his sacrifices, the touch of the Great Master which completes the picture.

I love victory, but I love not triumph.

A malicious enemy is better than a clumsy friend.

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

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.