Our concern for the loss of our friends is not always from a sense of their worth, but rather of our own need of them and that we have lost some who had a good opinion of us.

Love is one and the same in the original; but there are a thousand different copies of it.

Small minds are much distressed by little things. Great minds see them all but are not upset by them.

Nothing is impossible; there are ways that lead to everything, and if we had sufficient will we should always have sufficient means. It is often merely for an excuse that we say things are impossible.

We have not enough strength to follow all our reason.

We are nearer loving those who hate us than those who love us more than we wish.

Some people resemble ballads which are only sung for a certain time.