To have ideas is to gather flowers; to think is to weave them into garlands.
I like people to be saints; but I want them to be first and superlatively honest men.
My sole defense against the natural horror which death inspires is to love beyond it.
Attention is a silent and perpetual flattery.
Happiness and Virtue clasp hands and walk together.
Men do not go out to meet misfortune as we do. They learn it; and we--we divine it.