What is better than to love and live with the loved? -- But that must sometimes bring us to live with the dead; and this too turns at last into a very tranquil and sweet tie, safe from change and injury.

It is pleasant to have a kind word now and then when one is not near enough to have a kind glance or a hearty shake by the hand.

It so often happens that others are measuring us by our past self while we are looking back on that self with a mixture of disgust and sorrow.

Shall we, because we walk on our hind feet, assume to ourselves only the privilege of imperishability?

A fool or idiot is one who expects things to happen that never can happen.

Joy and sorrow are both my perpetual companions, but the joy is called Past and the sorrow Present.

Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending.