Do people conform to the instructions of us old ones? Each thinks he must know best about himself, and thus many are lost entirely.

The day is of infinite length for him who knows how to appreciate and use it.

Our foibles are really what make us lovable.

There is a courtesy of the heart; it is allied to love. From its springs the purest courtesy in the outward behavior.

Whoever gives himself up to solitude, Ah! he is soon alone.

No skill or art is needed to grow old; the trick is to endure it.

I have possessed that heart, that noble soul, in whose presence I seemed to be more than I really was, because I was all that I could be.