One never learns to understand truly anything but what one loves.

We must not take the faults of our youth with us into old age, for age brings along its own defects.

Give me those days with heart in riot, The depths of bliss that touched on pain, The force of hate, and love's disquiet- Ah, give me back my youth again!

In the realm of ideas everything depends on enthusiasm... in the real world all rests on perseverance.

Are we not also married to conscience which we would love to get rid of often enough since it is more bothersome than a man or a woman ever could become?

The ground that a good man treads is hallowed.

For usually people resist as long as they can to dismiss the fool they harbor in their bosom, they resist to confess a major mistake or to admit a truth that makes them despair.