For our improvement we need a mirror.
Life swings like a pendulum backward and forward between pain and boredom.
Time is that in which all things pass away.
Music is the melody whose text is the world.
Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.
Money is human happiness in the abstract; he, then, who is no longer capable of enjoying human happiness in the concrete devotes himself utterly to money.