Woe, alas, to those who have loved only bodies, forms, appearances! Death will rob them of everything. Try to love souls, you will find them again.

To rescue from oblivion even a fragment of a language which men have used and which is in danger of being lost -that is to say, one of the elements, whether good or bad, which have shaped and complicated civilization -is to extend the scope of social observation and to serve civilization.

It is not enough to be happy, one must be content.

Short as life is, we make it still shorter by the careless waste of time.

We are not loved by our friends for what we are; rather, we are loved in spite of what we are.

There is no rapture in the love which is prompted by esteem; such affection is lasting, not passionate.

Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.