Religion converts despair, which destroys, into resignation, which submits

Imagination, which is the Eldorado of the poet and of the novel-writer, often proves the most pernicious gift to the individuals who compose the talkers instead of the writers in society

Despair? I don't despair. I have never once in my life despaired anything. I make a point not to go further than resignation.

Mountains appear more lofty, the nearer they are approached, but great men resemble them not in this particular

There is no cosmetic for beauty like happiness.

Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.