Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
The beginning of an acquaintance whether with persons or things is to get a definite outline of our ignorance.