All good writing leaves something unexpressed.
Passion doesn't look beyond the moment of its existence.
Genius makes its observations in short-hand; talent writes them out at length.
The knowledge beyond all other knowledge is the knowledge how to excuse.
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.
Contentment is not happiness. An oyster may be contented. Happiness is compounded of richer elements.