As I live and am a man, this is an unexaggerated tale – my dreams become the substances of my life.
The genius of the Spanish people is exquisitely subtle, without being at all acute; hence there is so much humour and so little wit in their literature.
The man’s desire is for the woman; but the woman’s desire is rarely other than for the desire of the man.
The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
Reviewers are usually people who would have been, poets, historians, biographer, if they could. They have tried their talents at one thing or another and have failed; therefore they turn critic.
The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions – the little, soon forgotten charities of a kiss or a smile, a kind look or heartfelt compliment.
I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the aged.
Exclusively of the abstract sciences, the largest and worthiest portion of our knowledge consists of aphorisms: and the greatest and best of men is but an aphorism.
Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends.
Nothing is so contagious as enthusiasm.