The wise man is he who constantly wonders afresh.

Each of us really understands in others only those feelings he is capable of producing himself.

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.

Sadness is a state of sin.

The most beaten paths are certainly the surest, but do not hope to start much game on them.

The true hypocrite is the one who ceases to perceive his deception, the one who lies with sincerity.

The nationalist has a broad hatred and a narrow love.