Hypotheses are lullabies for teachers to sing their students to sleep.

A flippant, frivolous man may ridicule others, may controvert them, scorn them; but he who has any respect for himself seems to have renounced the right of thinking meanly of others.

This is the true measure of love, When we believe that we alone can love, That no one could ever have loved so before us, And that no one will ever love in the same way after us.

Enjoy when you can, and endure when you must.

To measure up to all that is demanded of him, a man must overestimate his capacities

A talent can be cultivated in tranquility; a character only in the rushing stream of life.

What a torment it is to see so much loveliness passing and repassing before us, and yet not dare to lay hold of it!