Often we pass beside happiness without seeing it, without looking at it, or even if we have seen and looked at it, without recognizing it.

...know you not that you are my sun by day, and my star by night? By my faith! I was in deepest darkness till you appeared and illuminated all.

The merit of all things lies in their difficulty.

Oh! The good times when we were so unhappy.

His fair landlady was in despair. She would most willingly have made M. d'Artagnan her husband--such a handsome man, and such a fierce mustache!

Does the open wound in another's breast soften the pain of the gaping wound in our own? Or does the blood which is welling from another man's side staunch that which is pouring from our own? Does the general anguish of our fellow creatures lessen our own private and particular anguish? No, no, each suffers on his own account, each struggles with his own grief, each sheds his own tears.

To learn is not to know; there are the learners and the learned. Memory makes the one, philosophy the others.