In youth one has tears without grief; in age, griefs without tears

Age seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It's more often a succession of jerks.

Solitude vivifies; isolation kills.

We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.

Poetry is the exquisite expression of exquisite expressions.

It is a very rare thing for a man of talent to succeed by his talent.