To forgive a fault in another is more sublime than to be faultless one's self.
One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe.
Let us accept truth, even when it surprises us and alters our views.
... love is too delicate a flower to rise again when one has trampled it under foot.
... what is there over which the incomparable beauty of childhood would not triumph?
Vanity is the quicksand of reason.