Joy and sorrow are both my perpetual companions, but the joy is called Past and the sorrow Present.
Steady work turns genius to a loom.
In the vain laughter of folly wisdom hears half its applause.
Ignorance gives one a large range of probabilities.
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.
Truth has rough flavours if we bite it through.