When you are in it up to your ears, keep your mouth shut.

We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory.

It is always brave to say what everyone thinks.

The swimmer adrift on the open seas measures his strength, and strives with all his muscles to keep himself afloat. But what is he to do when there is no land on the horizon, and none beyond it?

To drink is a small matter. To be thirsty is everything.

Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it.

Suffering has roused them from the sleep of gentle life, and every day fills them with a terrible intoxication. They are now something more than themselves; those we loved were merely happy shadows.

I have too much respect for the idea of God to make it responsible for such an absurd world.

There is no French town in which the wounds inflicted on the battle-field are not bleeding.

In the beds which the piety of the public has prepared on every side, stricken men await the verdict of fate.

It is strange what a contempt men have for the joys that are offered them freely.

Courage. Kindness. Friendship. Character. These are the qualities that define us as human beings, and propel us, on occasion, to greatness.

If I were to suggest a general rule for happiness I would say "Work a little harder Work a little longer Work!"

For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.

A lot of people get impatient with the pace of change.

The night glittered brilliantly then.

It's easy to just give everything up, but it takes a lot of strength and a lot of willpower to just make yourself stay on it and get up and do something different. And I had to do that.

The happiness of people who are in love and who are loved shows in their faces. They have an expression that's at once very far away and very much part of the present.

When people are placed in positions slightly above what they expect, they are apt to excel.

A poem is a record of a discovery.

Fanaticism, to which men are so much inclined, has always served not only to render them more brutalized but more wicked.