Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
One fancies that what one loves cannot die.
How long time is when one is sad! Is it three years or three days since you went away?
Solitude causes us to write because it causes us to think.
Certainly, friends are sufficiently rare not to be neglected; they are life's best comforters.
My God, how badly one calculates in this world! ... Let us leave off calculating on anything but death -- it is the only certainty.