The folly which we might have ourselves committed is the one which we are least ready to pardon in another.

Interest, ambition, fortune, time, temper, love, all kill friendship.

We distrust our heart too much, and our head not enough.

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

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

Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.

There are people who laugh to show their fine teeth; and there are those who cry to show their good hearts.