Ambition does not see the earth she treads on: The rock and the herbage are of one substance to her.

The wise become as the unwise in the enchanted chambers of Power, whose lamps make every face the same colour.

The sublime is contained in a grain of dust.

A little praise is good for a shy temper; it teaches it to rely on the kindness of others.

Friendships are the purer and the more ardent, the nearer they come to the presence of God, the Sun not only of righteousness but of love.

A smile is ever the most bright and beautiful with a tear upon it. What is the dawn without the dew? The tear is rendered by the smile precious above the smile itself.

The most pernicious of absurdities is that weak, blind, stupid faith is better than the constant practice of every human virtue.