The law of common sense.

Piety softens all that courage bears.

Old age is not one of the beauties of creation, but it is one of its harmonies.

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.

Faith, amid the disorders of a sinful life, is like the lamp burning in an ancient tomb.

Real sorrow is almost as difficult to discover as real poverty. An instinctive delicacy hides the rays of the one and the wounds of the other.

Love sometimes elevates, creates new qualities, suspends the working of evil inclinations; but only for a day. Love, then, is an Oriental despot, whose glance lifts a slave from the dust, and then consigns him to it again.