Laughter and bitterness are often the veils with which a sore heart wraps its weakness from the world.

Time after time have nations, ay, and rich and strong nations, learned in the arts, been, and passed away to be forgotten, so that no memory of them remains. This is but one of several; for Time eats up the works of man.

It is a well-known fact that very often, putting the period of boyhood out of the argument, the older we grow the more cynical and hardened we become; indeed, many of us are only saved by timely death from moral petrification, if not from moral corruption.

Passion is like the lightning, it is beautiful, and it links the earth to heaven, but alas it blinds!

Thinking can only serve to measure out the helplessness of thought.

Ah! how little knowledge does a man acquire in his life. He gathers it up like water, but like water it runs between his fingers, and yet, if his hands be but wet as though with dew, behold a generation of fools call out, 'See, he is a wise man!' Is it not so?

Everything has an end, if only you live long enough to see it.