Attention is a silent and perpetual flattery.
To have ideas is to gather flowers; to think is to weave them into garlands.
The ideal friendship is to feel as one while remaining two.
Real sorrow is almost as difficult to discover as real poverty. An instinctive delicacy hides the rays of the one and the wounds of the other.
It is a little stream, which flows softly, but freshens everything along its course.
One must be a somebody before they can have an enemy. One must be a force before he can be resisted by another force.