Silence is like nightfall. Objects are lost in it insensibly.
Impassioned characters never attain their mark till they have overshot it.
Those who have suffered much are like those who know many languages; they have learned to understand and be understood by all.
There is nothing steadfast in life but our memories. We are sure of keeping intact only that which we have lost.
What I value most next to eternity is time.
To have ideas is to gather flowers; to think is to weave them into garlands.