It is often our best friends who throw us down.
There are no rules for felicity.
There is but one way of refusing To-morrow, that is to die.
The memory of an absent person shines in the deepest recesses of the heart, shining the more brightly the more wholly its object has vanished: a light on the horizon of the despairing, darkened spirit; a star gleaming in our inward night.
Toleration is the best religion.
To die is nothing; but it is terrible not to live.