The vain being is the really solitary being.

With hat in hand, one gets on in the world.

It is only when one is thoroughly true that there can be purity and freedom. Falsehood always punishes itself.

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.

Solitude has a healing consoler, friend, companion: it is work.

To acquire money requires valor, to keep money requires prudence, and to spend money well is an art.

Why has no religion this command before all others: Thou shalt work?