You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.

To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life.

To forget oneself is to be happy.

We can only know others by ourselves.

Death is given in a kiss; the dearest kindnesses are fatal; and into this life, where one thing preys upon another, the child too often makes its entrance from the mother's corpse.

If your morals make you dreary, depend upon it they are wrong. I do not say "give them up," for they may be all you have; but conceal them like a vice, lest they should spoil the lives of better and simpler people.

That man is a success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much.