All human beings go through a previous life... Who knows how many fleshly forms the heir of heaven occupies before he can be brought to understand the value of that silence and solitude of spiritual worlds?

Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.

If we all said to people's faces what we say behind one another's backs, society would be impossible.

Among even the happiest married couples there are always moments of regret.

At thirty years a woman asks her lover to give her back the esteem she has forfeited for his sake; she lives only for him, her thoughts are full of his future, he must have a great career, she bids him make it glorious; she can obey, entreat, command, humble herself, or rise in pride; times without number she brings comfort when a young girl can only make moan.

Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine.

Now literary success can only be won in solitude by persevering labor.