The race of mankind would perish did they cease to aid each other. We cannot exist without mutual help. All therefore that need aid have a right to ask it from their fellow-men; and no one who has the power of granting can refuse it without guilt.

What an ornament and safeguard is humor! Far better than wit for a poet and writer. It is a genius itself, and so defends from the insanities.

A sinful heart makes feeble hand.

Whose lenient sorrows find relief, whose joys are chastened by their grief.

Many a law, many a commandment have I broken, but my word never.

Wounds sustained for the sake of conscience carry their own balsam with the blow.

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.