Great blunders are often made, like large ropes, of a multitude of fibres.

A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.

There is always more misery among the lower classes than there is humanity in the higher.

I met on the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat wras worn, his elbows were in holes; water trickled through his shoes, and the stars through his soul.

We are the children of our own deeds.

Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad.

Press on! a better fate awaits thee.

Let us study things that are no more. It is necessary to understand them, if only to avoid them.

Loving is half of believing.