In youth one has tears without grief; in age, griefs without tears

Friendship is the ideal; friends are the reality; reality always remains far apart from the ideal.

Not all of those to whom we do good love us, neither do all those to whom we do evil hate us.

Experience comprises illusions lost, rather than wisdom gained.

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

We want our friend as a man of talent, less because he has talent than because he is our friend.

Have friends, not for the sake of receiving, but of giving.