Friendship is like those ancient altars where the unhappy, and even the guilty, found a sure asylum.

Truth only is prolific. Error, sterile in itself, produces only by means of the portion of truth which it contains. It may have offspring, but the life which it gives, like that of the hybrid races, cannot be transmitted.

Friendship is like those ancient altars where the unhappy, and even the guilty, found a sure asylum.

Let us not fail to scatter along our pathway the seeds of kindness and sympathy. Some of them will doubtless perish; but if one only lives, it will perfume our steps and rejoice our eyes.

Let our lives be pure as snowfields, where our steps leave a mark but no stain.

To reveal imprudently the spot where we are most sensitive and vulnerable is to invite a blow. The demigod Achilles admitted no one to his confidence.

Men do not go out to meet misfortune as we do. They learn it; and we--we divine it.