Man has here two and a half minutes-one to smile, one to sigh, and a half to love: for in the midst of this minute he dies.

Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.

For the Infinite has sowed his name in the heavens in burning stars, but on the earth He has sowed his name in tender flowers.

Repetition is the mother of education.

In women everything is heart, even the head.

It is easy to flatter; it is harder to praise.

Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.