We consider it tedious to talk of the weather, and yet there is nothing more important.

The little dissatisfaction which every artist feels at the completion of a work forms the germ of a new work.

What will people say-in these words lies the tyranny of the world, the whole destruction of our natural disposition, the oblique vision of our minds. These four words hold sway everywhere.

Weak men are easily put out of humor. Oil freezes quicker than water.

People look with sympathetic eyes only at the blossom and the fruit, and disregard the long period of transition during which the one is ripening into the other.

The silver-leaved birch retains in its old age a soft bark; there are some such men.

What is all our knowledge worth? We do not even know what the weather will be tomorrow.