Excellent memories are often coupled with feeble judgments.
It is setting a high value upon our opinions to roast men and women alive on account of them.
Almost all the opinions we have are taken on authority and on credit.
Love is like playing the piano. First you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the rules and play from your heart. If I were pressed to say why I loved him, I feel that my only reply could be: Because it was he, because it was I.
Confidence in others' honesty is no light testimony of one's own integrity.
Those who have compared our life to a dream were right... we were sleeping wake, and waking sleep.