It is only the dead who do not return.

Youth is a blossom whose fruit is love; happy is he who plucks it after watching it slowly ripen.

How is it that little children are so intelligent and men so stupid? It must be education that does it.

Besides we are men, and after all it is our business to risk our lives.

Those born to wealth, and who have the means of gratifying every wish, know not what is the real happiness of life, just as those who have been tossed on the stormy waters of the ocean on a few frail planks can alone realize the blessings of fair weather.

That is a dream also; only he has remained asleep, while you have awakened; and who knows which of you is the most fortunate?

Wait and hope!