Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.

Death, which we are accustomed to consider an evil, really acts for us the friendliest part, and takes away the commonplace of existence.

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.

The truly great rest in the knowledge of their own deserts, nor seek the conformation of the world.

Sweet April's tears, Dead on the hem of May.

A single soul is richer than all the worlds.

In life there is nothing more unexpected and surprising than the arrivals and departures of pleasure. If we find it in one place today, it is vain to seek it there tomorrow. You can not lay a trap for it.