The vain being is the really solitary being.

Of all afflictions, the worst is self contempt.

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

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

Years teach us more than books.

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.

He who, to be happy, needs nothing but himself, is happy.