A long illness seems to be placed between life and death, in order to make death a comfort both to those who die and to those who remain.

No road is too long to the man who advances deliberately and without undue haste; and no honors are too distant for the man who prepares himself for them with patience.

Le commencement et le déclin de l’amour se font sentir par l’embarras où l’on est de se trouver seuls.

Il faut rire avant que d’être heureux, de peur de mourir sans avoir ri.