Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.

Memory says, 'I did that.' Pride replies, 'I could not have done that.' Eventually, memory yields.

Love brings to light the lofty and hidden characteristics of the lover--what is rare and exceptional in him: to that extent it caneasily be deceptive with respect to what is normal in him.

What separates two people most profoundly is a different sense and degree of cleanliness.

The object of convalescence ought to be to turn our attention to life: at other times, simply to our tasks!

When anyone apologizes to us he has to do it very expertly: otherwise we might easily come to see ourselves as the guilty party and experience unpleasant feelings.

The idealist is incorrigible: if he is thrown out of his heaven he makes an ideal of his hell.