“Sweet April's tears, Dead on the hem of May.”

“We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.”

“If you wish to make a man look noble, your best course is to kill him. What superiority he may have inherited from his race, what superiority nature may have personally gifted him with, comes out in death.”

“Love is the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.”

“We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once.”

“If the egotist is weak, his egotism is worthless. If the egotist is strong, acute, full of distinctive character, his egotism is precious, and remains a possession of the race.”

“Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of human life.”