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

Consolation heaps without contact; somewhat like the blessed air which we need but to breathe.

The root of sanctity is sanity. A man must be healthy before he can be holy. We bathe first, and then perfume.

When fresh sorrows have caused us to take some steps in the right way, we may not complain. We have invested in a life annuity, but the income remains.

It is a little stream, which flows softly, but freshens everything along its course.

We reform others unconsciously when we walk uprightly.

To reveal imprudently the spot where we are most sensitive and vulnerable is to invite a blow. The demigod Achilles admitted no one to his confidence.