In truth you owe naught to any man. You owe to all men.

You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain?

Wit is often a mask. If you tear it you will find either genius irritated or cleverness juggling.

I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath; I am the memory of a moment of happiness; I am the last gift of the living to the dead; I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

Exaggeration is truth that has lost its temper.

We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.