A cigar numbs sorrow and fills the solitary hours with a million gracious images.

One wastes so much time, one is so prodigal of life, at twenty! Our days of winter count for double. That is the compensation of the old.

To be made evident, truth must be sought for; for of itself it is slow to appear, and between ourselves and God the obstacles are so many!

There are no more thorough prudes than those who have some little secret to hide.

Let us accept truth, even when it surprises us and alters our views.

nature has not changed. The night is still unsullied, the stars still twinkle, and the wild thyme smells as sweetly now as it did then ... We may be afflicted and unhappy, but no one can take from us the sweet delight which is nature's gift to those who love her and her poetry.

Weeds are omnipresent; errors are to be found in the heart of the most lovable.