Only he is free who cultivates his own thoughts and strives without fear to do justice to them.

We hear the rain fall, but not the snow. Bitter grief is loud, calm grief is silent.

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.

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

Only he is free who cultivates his own thoughts and strives without fear to do justice to them.

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

Years teach us more than books.