Interest, ambition, fortune, time, temper, love, all kill friendship.
Reason guides but a small part of man, and the rest obeys feeling, true or false, and passion, good or bad.
Present unhappiness is selfish; past sorrow is compassionate.
God often visits us, but most of the time we are not at home.
Our experience is composed rather of illusions lost than of wisdom acquired.
The city does not take away, neither does the country give, solitude; solitude is within us.