It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanisms of friendship.

I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.

Perhaps the only misplaced curiosity is that which persists in trying to find out here, on this side of death, what lies beyond the grave.

One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.

Never touch a butterfly's wing with your finger.

It is not a bad thing that children should occasionally, and politely, put parents in their place.

No temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object.