Life is a task to be done. It is a fine thing to say defunctus est; it means that the man has done his task.

It is only when a man is alone that he is really free.

He who can see truly in the midst of general infatuation is like a man whose watch keeps good time, when all clocks in the town in which he lives are wrong. He alone knows the right time; what use is that to him?

The man who goes up in a balloon does not feel as if he were ascending; he only sees the earth sinking deeper below him.

Time is that in which all things pass away.

What a man is contributes much more to his happiness than what he has or how he is regarded by others.

The man never feels the want of what it never occurs to him to ask for.