The city does not take away, neither does the country give, solitude; solitude is within us.

The vital air of friendship is composed of confidence. Friendship perishes in proportion as this air diminishes.

The happiness which is lacking makes one think even the happiness one has unbearable.

Great dejection often follows great enthusiasm.

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

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

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