There are very few honest friends--the demand is not particularly great.
With our parents we bury our past, with our children our future.
We are not always even what we are most.
The understanding of some men is clear, that of others brilliant. The former illumines its surroundings; the latter obscures them.
In meeting again after a separation, acquaintances ask after our outward life, friends after our inner life.
In youth we learn; in age we understand.