The more heart, the more sorrow.

In looking around me seeking for miserable resources against the heaviness of time, I open a book and I say to myself, as the cat to the fox: I have only one good turn, but I need no other.

Too many wish to be happy before becoming wise.

A woman must be truly refined to incite chivalry in the heart of a man.

When death gives us a long lease of life, it takes as hostages all those whom we have loved.

Our own cast-off sorrows are not sufficient to constitute sympathy for others.

You may be more prodigal of time than of money.