There are but two future verbs which man may appropriate confidently and without pride: "I shall suffer," and "I shall die.
To love deeply in one direction makes us more loving in all others.
Friendship is like those ancient altars where the unhappy, and even the guilty, found a sure asylum.
Silence is like nightfall. Objects are lost in it insensibly.
We are amused through the intellect, but it is the heart that saves us from ennui.
The best advice on the art of being happy is about as easy to follow as advice to be well when one is sick.