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

I resemble the poplar,--that tree which, even when old, still looks young.

Poetry is to be found nowhere unless we carry it within us.

Our ideals, like pictures, are made from lights and shadows.

The passions of the young are vices in the old.

We always believe God is like ourselves, the indulgent think him indulgent and the stern, terrible.

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