The saddest thing that befalls a soul is when it loses faith in god and woman.

In my garden I spend my days, in my library I spend my nights. My interests are divided between my geraniums and my books. With the flower I am in the present; with the book I am in the past.

A brave soul is a thing which all things serve.

Fame is but an inscription on a grave, and glory the melancholy blazon on a coffin lid.

One never hugs one's good luck so affectionately as when listening to the relation of some horrible misfortunes which has overtaken others.

Nature never quite goes along with us. She is somber at weddings, sunny at funerals, and she frowns on ninety-nine out of a hundred picnics.

The only thing a man knows is himself.