The tomb is not a blind alley: it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight. It opens on the dawn.
The convent is supreme egotism resulting in supreme self-denial.
Children at once accept joy and happiness with quick familiarity, being themselves naturally all happiness and joy.
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words.
He who is not capable of enduring poverty is not capable of being free.
Whenever a man's friends begin to compliment him about looking young, he may be sure that they think he is growing old.