Love is the attempt to form a friendship inspired by beauty.

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The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.

A home without books is a body without soul.

Take from a man his reputation for probity, and the more shrewd and clever he is, the more hated and mistrusted he becomes.

Nothing stands out so conspicuously, or remains so firmly fixed in the memory, as something which you have blundered.

Love is when two people know everything about each other and are still friends.

You got to be careful if you don’t know where you’re going, because you might not get there.

I love to travel, but hate to arrive.

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.