Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad.

Peace is the virtue of civilization. War is its crime.

To love or have loved is all-sufficing. We must not ask for more. No other pearl is to be found in the shadowfolds of life. To love is an accomplishment.

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.

It is most pleasant to commit a just action which is disagreeable to someone whom one does not like.

The soul helps the body, and at certain moments raises it. It is the only bird that sustains its cage.

Death belongs to God alone; by what right do men touch that unknown thing?