It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.

All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.

Oh, the soul keeps its youth!

Whatever the scientists may say, if we take the supernatural out of life, we leave only the unnatural.

Solitude is such a potential thing. We hear voices in solitude, we never hear in the hurry and turmoil of life; we receive counsels and comforts, we get under no other condition.

It is not that we have a soul, we are a soul.

... the evil that comes out of your lips, into your own bosom will fall.