Over my real sorrows I never weep.

But the English do not know what surprise is. No one ever turns his head to look at anyone else in the street.

Every day silence harvests its victims. Silence is a mortal illness.

Over my real sorrows I never weep.

As far as the education of children is concerned I think they should be taught not the little virtues but the great ones. Not thrift but generosity and an indifference to money; not caution but courage and a contempt for danger; not shrewdness but frankness and a love of truth; not tact but love for one's neighbor and self-denial; not a desire for success but a desire to be and to know.

As soon as we see our dreams betrayed we realize that the intensest joys of our life have nothing to do with reality, and we are consumed with regret for the time when they glowed within us. And in this succession of hopes and regrets our life slips by.

You aren't ill: it is just that you are made of second-rate materials