It is often our best friends who throw us down.
No one ever keeps a secret so well as a child.
Every blade has two edges; he who wounds with one wounds himself with the other.
Progress is the life-style of man.
What matters deafness of the ear, when the mind hears? The one true deafness, the incurable deafness, is that of the mind.
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.