We are all of us more or less echoes, repeating involuntarily the virtues, the defects, the movements, and the characters of those among whom we live.

When you give, give with joy and smiling.

Old age takes from the man of intellect no qualities save those that are useless to wisdom.

Words become luminous when the poet's finger has passed over them its phosphorescence.

Words, like glasses, obscure everything they do not make clear. Before using a fine word, make a place for it.

Grace imitates modesty, as politeness imitates kindness.

Before using a fine word, make a place for it.