Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.

It may be remarked, however, that, of all the events which constitute a person's biography, there is scarcely one -- none, certainly, of anything like a similar importance -- to which the world so easily reconciles itself, as to his death.

No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be true.

The marble keeps merely a cold and sad memory of a man who would else be forgotten. No man who needs a monument ever ought to have one.

The world owes all its forward impulse to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.

What a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow.