Old age is the night of life, as night is the old age of the day. Still, night is full of magnificence; and, for many, it is more brilliant than the day.

We are amused through the intellect, but it is the heart that saves us from ennui.

We are always looking into the future, but we see only the past.

True poets, like great artists, have scarcely any childhood, and no old age.

The ideal friendship is to feel as one while remaining two.

Indifferent souls never part. Impassioned souls part, and return to one another, because they can do no better.

A good, finished scandal, fully armed and equipped, such as circulates in the world, is rarely the production of a single individual, or even of a single coterie. It sees the light in one; is rocked and nurtured in another; is petted, developed, and attains its growth in a third; and receives its finishing touches only after passing through a multitude of hands. It is a child that can count a host of fathers--all ready to disown it.