How many of us have been attracted to reason; first learned to think, to draw conclusions, to extract a moral from the follies of life, by some dazzling aphorism.
In life, as in art, the beautiful moves in curves.
Whatever the number of a man's friends, there will be times in his life when he has one too few; but if he has only one enemy, he is lucky indeed if he has not one too many.
I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.
There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.