It is well for the heart to be naive and for the mind not to be.
I do not know any reading more easy, more fascinating, more delightful than a catalogue.
That child whose mother has never smiled upon him is worthy neither of the table of the gods nor the couch of the goddesses.
Existence would be intolerable if we were never to dream.
Silence is the wit of fools.
That man is prudent who neither hopes nor fears anything from the uncertain events of the future.