The happiness which is lacking makes one think even the happiness one has unbearable.
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 that immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language holds its peace in impotence.
Friendship admits of difference of character, as love does that of sex.
When unhappy, one doubts everything; when happy, one doubts nothing.
I look at what I have not and think myself unhappy; others look at what I have and think me happy.
At first we hope too much; later on, not enough.
Literature was formerly an art and finance a trade: today it is the reverse.
Science is for those who learn; poetry for those who know.
Success causes us to be more praised than known.
What is love? two souls and one flesh; friendship? two bodies and one soul.
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.
A fine quotation is a diamond in the hand of a man of wit and a pebble in the hand of a fool.
It is a very rare thing for a man of talent to succeed by his talent.
There is a slowness in affairs which ripens them, and a slowness which rots them.
