Men at any age truly never grow up. All, no matter what importance they may have attained, are still no more than little boys.
It is only love that has already fallen sick that is killed by absence.
Old age appears hideous to us until we have to choose between it and death.
Tact is good taste in action.
Courage is as often the outcome of despair as of hope; in the one case we have nothing to lose, in the other everything to gain.
It is easier to win love than to keep it.