Everything that is exquisite hides itself.
History, if thoroughly comprehended, furnishes something of the experience which a man would acquire who should be a contemporary of all ages and a fellow citizen of all peoples.
What is love? two souls and one flesh; friendship? two bodies and one soul.
Have friends, not for the sake of receiving, but of giving.
Lofty mountains are full of springs; great hearts are full of tears.
We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.