Years do not always make age.
I'm not full of virtues and noble qualities. I love, but I love strongly, exclusive, stedfasty.
Nature distributes her favors unequally.
A man is not a wall, whose stones are crushed upon the road; or a pipe, whose fragments are thrown away at a street corner. The fragments of an intellect are always good.
Celebrate within yourself that wonderful treasure . . . true kindness.
You may impose silence upon me, but you can not prevent me from thinking.