His Saying Was: Live And Let Live.

We Can Never Replace A Friend. When A Man Is Fortunate Enough To Have Several, He Finds They Are All Different. No One Has A Double In Friendship.

When The Measured Dance Of The Hours Brings Back The Happy Smile Of Spring, The Buried Dead Is Born Again In The Life-glance Of The Sun. The Germs Which Perished To The Eye Within The Cold Breast Of The Earth Spring Up With Joy In The Bright Realm Of Day.

A Beautiful Soul Has No Other Merit Than Its Own Existence.

Gray Hairs Are Death's Blossoms.

It Would Be Necessary That They Should Be Already Sages To Love Wisdom...