Our treasures trifles seem, and all our life is dreaming, and the dreams themselves are dreams.

Grief has been compared to a hydra; for every one that dies, two are born.

Speak no evil of women; I tell thee the meanest of them deserves respect; for of women do we not all come?

Restless sunflower; cease to move.

Even in dreams doing good is not wasted.

No windows give a better view than those a man brings with him in his head, not asking for tickets of admission, since at all functions, festivals, or feasts he looks out with the same nice self-composure.

If a pretty woman only knew how anger improved her beauty! Her complexion needs no other paint than indignation.