Experience comprises illusions lost, rather than wisdom gained.

Pleasure once tasted satisfies less than the desire experienced for its torments.

What is experience? A poor little hut constructed from the ruins of the palace of gold and marble called our illusions.

Friendship is the ideal; friends are the reality; reality always remains far apart from the ideal.

Friends are rare for, the good reason that men are not common.

Let us pray! God is just, he tries us; God is pitiful, he will comfort us; let us pray!

The city does not take away, neither does the country give, solitude; solitude is within us.