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

Self knowledge is best learned not by contemplation, but by action.

So then the year is repeating its old story again. We are come once more, thank God! to its most charming chapter. The violets and the Mayflowers are as its inscriptions or vignettes. It always makes a pleasant impression on us, when we open again at these pages of the book of life.

It is said that no man is a hero to his valet. That is because a hero can be recognized only by a hero.

Let no one be like another, yet everyone like the highest. How is this done? Be each one perfect in himself.

To know someone here or there with whom you can feel there is understanding in spite of distances or thoughts expressed That can make life a garden.

One does not get to know that one exists until one rediscovers oneself in others.