Every man regards his own life as the New Year’s Eve of time.
Art is indeed not the bread but the wine of life.
Only deeds give strength to life, only moderation gives it charm.
Poverty is the only load which is the heavier the more loved ones there are to assist in bearing it.
As a man grows older it is harder and harder to frighten him.
Courage consists not in blindly overlooking danger, but in seeing it, and conquering it.
Universal love is a glove without fingers, which fits all bands alike and none closely; but true affection is like a glove with fingers, which fits one hand only, and sits close to that one.
The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.
Beauty attracts us men; but if, like an armed magnet it is pointed, beside, with gold and silver, it attracts with tenfold power.
The romance of life begins and ends with two blank pages. Age and extreme old age.
Despair is the only genuine atheism.
A sky full of silent suns.