Loving souls are like paupers. They live on what is given them.

The best of lessons, for a good many people, would be to listen at a keyhole. It is a pity for such that the practice is dishonorable.

Life grows darker as we go on, till only one pure light is left shining on it; and that is faith. Old age, like solitude and sorrow, has its revelations.

If grief is to be mitigated, it must either wear itself out or be shared.

The very might of the human intellect reveals its limits.

Travel is the frivolous part of serious lives, and the serious part of frivolous ones.

Those who have suffered much are like those who know many languages; they have learned to understand and be understood by all.