Absence, like death, sets a seal on the image of those we love: we cannot realize the intervening changes which time may have effected.
Success consists of getting up just one more time than you fall.
All the bloomy flush of life is fled.
All that philosophy can teach is to be stubborn or sullen under misfortunes.
Error is always talkative.
Friendship is made up of esteem and pleasure; pity is composed of sorrow and contempt: the mind may for some time fluctuate between them, but it can never entertain both at once.