My sole defense against the natural horror which death inspires is to love beyond it.

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

We are rich only through what we give.

Truth only is prolific. Error, sterile in itself, produces only by means of the portion of truth which it contains. It may have offspring, but the life which it gives, like that of the hybrid races, cannot be transmitted.

We deceive ourselves when we fancy that only weakness needs support. Strength needs it far more.

Piety softens all that courage bears.

Youth should be a savings bank.