To what a degree the same past can leave different marks - and especially admit of different interpretations.

Nothing prevents happiness like the memory of happiness.

Life never presents us with anything which may not be looked upon as a fresh starting point, no less than as a termination

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 most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes

Too chaste a youth leads to a dissolute old age