Lofty mountains are full of springs; great hearts are full of tears.
What is love? two souls and one flesh; friendship? two bodies and one soul.
In youth one has tears without grief; in age, griefs without tears
The folly which we might have ourselves committed is the one which we are least ready to pardon in another.
Persons of delicate taste endure stupid criticism better than they do stupid praise.
Evil often triumphs, but never conquers.