My garden, with its silence and pulses of fragrance that come and go on the airy undulations, affects me like sweet music. Care stops at the gates, and gazes at me wistfully through the bars.

There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury.

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 single soul is richer than all the worlds.

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

If you wish to make a man look noble, your best course is to kill him. What superiority he may have inherited from his race, what superiority nature may have personally gifted him with, comes out in death.

Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of mortal life.