In ourselves are triumph and defeat.

It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.

The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.

To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not. Then you sit down and meditate and wonder which it will be.

Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.

Learn to labour and to wait.

Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies. By dropping golden beads near a snake, a crow once managed To have a passer-by kill the snake for the beads.