Science is for those who learn; poetry, for those who know. - Joseph Roux

We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.

The folly which we might have ourselves committed is the one which we are least ready to pardon in another.

Say nothing good of yourself, you will be distrusted; say nothing bad of yourself, you will be taken at your word.