Love delights in paradoxes. Saddest when it has most reason to be gay, sighs are the signs of its deepest joy, and silence is the expression of its yearning tenderness.

We make way for the man who boldly pushes past us.

Repose without stagnation is the state most favorable to happiness. "The great felicity of life," says Seneca, "is to be without perturbations.

We fear things in proportion to our ignorance of them.

False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade.

No man is happy without a delusion of some kind. Delusions are as necessary to our happiness as realities.

Something of a person's character may be observed by how they smile. Some never smile they only grin.