Solitude vivifies; isolation kills.

Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.

Nothing vivifies, and nothing kills, like the emotions.

Poetry is the exquisite expression of exquisite expressions.

When unhappy, one doubts everything; when happy, one doubts nothing.

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

Our experience is composed rather of illusions lost than of wisdom acquired.

There is a slowness in affairs which ripens them, and a slowness which rots them.

The happiness which is lacking makes one think even the happiness one has unbearable.

A fine quotation is a diamond in the hand of a man of wit and a pebble in the hand of a fool.

The folly which we might have ourselves committed is the one which we are least ready to pardon in another.

Reason guides but a small part of man, and the rest obeys feeling, true or false, and passion, good or bad.

There are people who laugh to show their fine teeth; and there are those who cry to show their good hearts.

Say nothing good of yourself, you will be distrusted; say nothing bad of yourself, you will be taken at your word.

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.

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