 Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits. |
| To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life. |
| There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign. |
| Once you are married, there is nothing left for you, not even suicide. |
| Nothing like a little judicious levity. |
| Give us grace and strength to forbear and to persevere. Give us courage and gaiety and the quiet mind, spare to us our friends, soften to us our enemies. |
| Wine is bottled poetry. |
| I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. |
| Most of our pocket wisdom is conceived for the use of mediocre people, to discourage them from ambitious attempts, and generally console them in their mediocrity. |
| So long as we love, we serve; so long as we are loved by others, I should say that we are almost indispensable; and no man is useless while he has a friend. |
| Nothing made by brute force lasts. |
| Talk is by far the most accessible of pleasures. It costs nothing in money, it is all profit, it completes our education, founds and fosters our friendships, and can be enjoyed at any age and in almost any state of health. |
| The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish. |
| Sooner or later everyone sits down to a banquet of consequences. |
| The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us. |
| Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but of playing a poor hand well. |
| If your morals make you dreary, depend on it, they are wrong. |
| Every man has a sane spot somewhere. |
| Everyone lives by selling something, whatever be his right to it. |
| When it comes to my own turn to lay my weapons down, I shall do so with thankfulness and fatigue, and whatever be my destiny afterward, I shall be glad to lie down with my fathers in honor. It is human at least, if not divine. |
