Another life, if it were not better than this, would be less a promise than a threat.

The grave is a crucible where memory is purified; we only remember a dead friend by those qualities which make him regretted.

The wisest man may always learn something from the humblest peasant.

Envy, like flame, blackens that which is above it, and which it cannot reach.

The wonderful fortune of some writers deludes and leads to misery a great number of young people. It cannot be too often repeated that it is dangerous to enter upon a career of letters without some other means of living. An illustrious author has said in these times, "Literature must not be leant on as upon a crutch; it is little more than a stick.

There are wounds of self-love which one does not confess to one's dearest friends.

Where talent is a dwarf, self-esteem is a giant.