No labor is hopeless.
I look at what I have not and think myself unhappy; others look at what I have and think me happy.
Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.
Our experience is composed rather of illusions lost than of wisdom acquired.
What is love? two souls and one flesh; friendship? two bodies and one soul.
A fine quotation is a diamond in the hand of a man of wit and a pebble in the hand of a fool.