What I value most next to eternity is time.
In youth we feel richer for every new illusion; in maturer years, for every one we lose.
The very might of the human intellect reveals its limits.
There is nothing steadfast in life but our memories. We are sure of keeping intact only that which we have lost.
Attention is a silent and perpetual flattery.
If we look closely at this earth, where God seems so utterly forgotten, we shall find that it is He, after all, who commands the most fidelity and the most love.