I have here only made a nosegay of culled flowers, and have brought nothing of my own but the thread that tied them together.

Who does not in some sort live to others, does not live much to himself.

The value of life lies not in the length of days, but in the use we make of them... Whether you find satisfaction in life depends not on your tale of years, but on your will.

Were I to live my life over again, I should live it just as I have done. I neither complain of the past, nor do I fear the future.

Let every foot have its own shoe.

There is as much difference between us and ourselves as there is between us and others.

I neither complain of the past, nor do I fear the future.