Joy and sorrow in this world pass into each other, mingling their forms and their murmurs in the twilight of life as mysterious as an overshadowed ocean, while the dazzling brightness of supreme hopes lies far off, fascinating and still, on the distant edge of the horizon

There is never enough time to say our last word-the last word of our love, of our desire, faith, remorse, submission, revolt.

It is a maudlin and indecent verity that comes out through the strength of wine.

All ambitions are lawful except those which climb upward on the miseries or credulities of mankind.

We owe much to the fruitful meditation of our sages, but a sane view of life is, after all, elaborated mainly in the kitchen.

The old river in its broad reach rested unruffled at the decline of day, after ages of good service done to the race that peopled its banks, spread out in the tranquil dignity of a waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth.

All roads are long which lead to one's heart's desire.