Experience comprises illusions lost, rather than wisdom gained.
We distrust our heart too much, and our head not enough.
Solitude vivifies, isolation kills.
We often experience more regret over the part we have left, than pleasure over the part we have preferred.
Let us pray! God is just, he tries us; God is pitiful, he will comfort us; let us pray!
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.