One may guess the why and wherefore of a tear and yet find it too subtle to give any account of. A tear may be the poetical resume of so many simultaneous impressions, the quintessence of so many opposing thoughts! It is like a drop of one of those precious elixirs of the East which contain the life of twenty plants fused into a single aroma.

Love is like swallowing hot chocolate before it has cooled off. It takes you by surprise at first, but keeps you warm for a long time.

You desire to know the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase: make use of suffering.

Time is but the space between our memories; as soon as we cease to perceive this space, time has disappeared.

Everything you need for better future and success has already been written. And guess what? All you have to do is go to the library.

Oh be swift to live, make haste to be kind.

To be misunderstood even by those whom one loves is the cross and bitterness of life. It is the secret of that sad and melancholy smile on the lips of great men which so few understand.