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.

By becoming unhappy, we sometimes learn how to be less so.

Repentance is accepted remorse.

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.

My sole defense against the natural horror which death inspires is to love beyond it.

Men do not go out to meet misfortune as we do. They learn it; and we--we divine it.

In youth we feel richer for every new illusion; in maturer years, for every one we lose.