And in any case, to the old man, when the world becomes trite, the triteness arises not so much from a cessation as from a transference of interest. What is taken from this world is given to the next. The glory is in the east in the morning, it is in the west in the afternoon, and when it is dark the splendour is irradiating the realm of the under-world. He would only follow.

A man does not plant a tree for himself; he plants it for posterity.

A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.

Vanity in its idler moments is benevolent, is as willing to give pleasure as to take it, and accepts as sufficient reward for its services a kind word or an approving smile.

A man can bear a world's contempt when he has that within which says he's worthy. When he contemns himself, there burns the hell.

A brave soul is a thing which all things serve.

The greatness of an artist or a writer does not depend on what he has in common with other artists and writers, but on what he has peculiar to himself.