When grace combines with wrinkles, it is admirable. There is an indescribable light of dawn about intensely happy old age. . . . The young person is handsome, but the old, superb.

The production of souls is the secret of unfathomable depth.

Indigestion is charged by God with enforcing morality on the stomach.

One of the hardest tasks is to extract continually from one's soul an almost inexhaustible ill will.

To be perfectly happy it does not suffice to possess happiness, it is necessary to have deserved it.

One only needs to see a smile in a white crape bonnet in order to enter the palace of dreams.

There is a determined though unseen bravery that defends itself foot by foot in the darkness against the fatal invasions of necessity and dishonesty. Noble and mysterious triumphs that no eye sees, and no fame rewards, and no flourish of triumph salutes. Life, misfortunes, isolation, abandonment, poverty, are battlefields that have their heroes; obscure heroes, sometimes greater than the illustrious heroes.