Friendship multiplies joy and divides sorrow.
Not everyone can be an orphan.
The most subtle art, the strongest and deepest art - supreme art - is the one that does not at first allow itself to be recognized.
The finest virtues can become deformed with age. The precise mind becomes finicky; the thrifty man, miserly; the cautious man, timorous; the man of imagination, fanciful. Even perseverance ends up in a sort of stupidity. Just as, on the other hand, being too willing to understand too many opinions, too diverse ways of seeing, constancy is lost and the mind goes astray in a restless fickleness.
Through loyalty to the past, our mind refuses to realize that tomorrow's joy is possible only if today's makes way for it; that each wave owes the beauty of its line only to the withdrawal of the preceding one.
The color of truth is gray.
In other people's company I felt I was dull, gloomy, unwelcome, at once bored and boring.
I want to devour you with my eyes, and tell you over and over that you've never been so beautiful.
The boy told himself that, on the way toward realizing his own destiny, he had learned all he needed to know, and had experienced everything he might have dreamed of.
Every expression of desired friendship has potential bite. Every smile reveals the teeth.
It [is] very unfair to influence a child's mind by inculcating any opinions before it [has] come to years of discretion to choose for itself.