These tears do me good, they have watered the parched place; perhaps my heart will grow again there!

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

The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.

Fame and admiration weigh not a feather in the scale against friendship and love, for the heart languishes all the same.

It is always the best friends who are neglected and ignored.

Butterflies are but flowers that blew away one sunny day when Nature was feeling at her most inventive and fertile.

Love without reverence and enthusiasm is only friendship.