We often experience more regret over the part we have left, than pleasure over the part we have preferred.

Poetry is the exquisite expression of exquisite impressions.

A face which is always serene possesses a mysterious and powerful attraction: sad hearts come to it as to the sun to warm themselves again.

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.

When unhappy, one doubts everything when happy one doubts nothing.

The man abandoned by his friends, one after another, without just cause, will acquire, the reputation of being hard to please, changeable, ungrateful, unsociable.

Persons of delicate taste endure stupid criticism better than they do stupid praise.